Alex sighed as he picked up the glass of juice. “You’ll take care of whatever is going on with Tilly?” he asked. Dylan nodded.
As Alex passed Tilly, he stopped and bent his head to quickly speak to her. Tilly glanced over at the bar then nodded and walked over to them.
“Master Alex said you wanted to speak to me, Sir?” she asked, standing in front of Dylan, her gaze on the ground.
Dylan was quiet for a long moment. Tilly shifted her weight from one foot to another then stopped abruptly, as if realizing what she was doing.
“Tilly, tell me what’s wrong,” Dylan demanded.
“Nothing is wrong, Sir.”
Derrick let a smile slip. The little sub was not a good liar. Every inch of her body screamed that something was upsetting her.
He settled back on a barstool to watch. The bartender handed him a whiskey. Although he never drank before a scene he often enjoyed one after.
“Tilly,” Dylan warned. “Do you want to change your answer?”
Tilly shook her head, her curls bouncing around her head cheerfully.
“Look at me,” he told her.
She raised her head instantly and Derrick immediately felt concerned at the sadness present on the little sub’s face. Women brought out his protective instincts, subs even more so.
“Last chance, sugar.”
Derrick raised a brow. He’d never known Dylan to give a sub more than one chance. Then he looked down into Tilly’s eyes and saw the misery there and he knew why Dylan was giving the little sub another chance to speak out.
She shook her head and Dylan’s gaze hardened.
“Take off your top,” he ordered.
She was wearing a loose, sleeveless top and short skirt. Tilly gaped at Dylan, her jaw dropping open. From what Derrick knew, this particular sub wasn’t comfortable being naked.
But she pulled off her top without a word, revealing a lacy, red bra. Far racier lingerie than Derrick had assumed would be underneath her rather modest clothing.
“And the bra, Tilly.”
She hesitated for a long moment.
“That’s five, Tilly,” Dylan said. “When I give you an order, I expect instant obedience.”
She raised her gaze, her eyes flashing with defiance, but she quickly lowered them, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts.
Reaching out, Dylan cupped both breasts in his hands. Tilly jumped slightly and Derrick could see the pulse jumping in her neck. But she stood still as Dylan ran his thumbs over her nipples.
“What do you think of these breasts, Master Derrick?” he asked as Tilly’s breath quickened, the nubs stiffening and deepening in color.
“Beautiful,” Derrick replied, biting back his smile as the little sub glanced up at him with surprised eyes. The girl needed a boost of confidence.
“Aren’t they? Full, round and responsive. I think they’re missing something, though.”
Tilly’s worried gaze turned back to Dylan.
“James, hand me my bag,” Dylan ordered without taking his gaze from the anxious sub before him.
The quiet bartender handed Dylan his bag of toys. Dylan reached in and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps that were attached with a long, silver chain.
“Give me a little help?” Dylan asked Derrick.