Just a Little Bit More

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Just a Little Bit More
– Mychael Black

Dylan Mackenzie has a secret. He lives a double life: that of an attorney…and a submissive. He’s never told anyone about it, not even Max Castille, his best friend of twenty years. Dylan plays at a BDSM club in the neighboring town, where no one knows him beyond his insatiable need to have his body stretched to its limits. He likes the anonymity.

Max Castille hasn’t been in the scene for quite a long time, and the slave auction at a local club is the perfect opportunity for him to step back into the lifestyle. When the slaves line up for the charity auction, though, Max gets the shock of his life.

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EXCERPT:

Max Castille handed the doorman his membership card. He hadn’t been here in, God, forever — a couple years at least — but he kept his membership current. Hell, he hadn’t done anything in the scene since then, and he figured tonight’s charity auction was a good way to jump back into it.

“Good evening, Master Castille,” the doorman said, handing the card back. “Enjoy your evening.”

“Thank you.”

The doorman opened the door for him and Max stepped into one of his favorite places. People were heading off the dance floor, gearing up for the auction. Max headed for the bar.

“Master Castille!” Dave, the bartender, grinned and set two bottled waters on the counter. “Welcome back.”

“It’s good to be back,” Max said. He paid for the water and took a seat at the end of the bar, in good view of the stage.

Pleasure In Restraint was an anomaly in the plethora of bars in the city. Given the activities that went on within its walls, alcohol was expressly forbidden. Max couldn’t agree more. Sodas, juices, water, even coffee — but nothing alcoholic. Max twisted off the cap of one bottle and took a drink. The lights dimmed, and he got comfortable on his stool, eager to see what sort of subs tonight’s auction had to offer. He’d always had his mind on someone in particular, but he hadn’t seen Dylan in a few years. They kept in touch via emails and phone calls, but living three hours apart, mixed with their own work schedules, kept derailing any potential visits. Max also knew Dylan would never set foot in a place like this. The man was gay, but kinky? Max would’ve bet good money his best friend definitely did not swing that way. Oh, well. That’s what fantasies were for.

“Ladies and gentlemen and all folks in between,” the owner of the club announced as he walked onto the stage. “Welcome to our sixth annual charity auction!”

Applause erupted all around the room, Max adding a few claps of his own.

“Since I know you’re all here for the good stuff, let’s bring them out.” The owner stepped aside as a line of subs paraded out onto the stage. They were all hooded, their hands bound behind their backs. The women wore the skimpiest bikinis known to humankind, while the men had on pouches that barely covered their crotches. The owner started at one end and pulled off the first sub’s hood. “Meet Timmy,” he said. Then he went to the next one. “And Jace.”

He continued down the line — Kalia, Jacob, Fran, Bryce. Max had yet to find anyone who sparked his interest. “And finally, in his first auction…” The owner tugged off the last hood. Max grabbed the edge of the bar, numbness sweeping through his body. “Dylan!”