Mahiro became a professional figure skater for one reason -- the object of his lust from the time he was a teenager, Alex Breschi. But he never advanced far enough for Alex to notice him. Now Alex is retired from skating and working as a thriller author, while Mahiro gracefully bowed out of competition to become a successful app developer and professional Dom in New York City.<br><br>Reality and fantasy collide at a penthouse play party when Mahiro meets his idol. Alex is researching a book, and he wants to learn more about the lifestyle. In fact, he wants to be trained as a submissive. By Mahiro.<br><br>Mahiro knows it's a terrible idea. He's hardly objective, and Alex is a novice. Still, all those years of longing shatter his reserve, and he cannot refuse to have the man of his dreams in his hands.  He's going to make sure Alex notices him now. It's only a business arrangement, and since Alex is returning to Russia in a few months, Mahiro can have some fun without divulging his past ... or his obsession. What does he have to lose?

Florentine

Mahiro lifts a single eyebrow, and Alex knows right then that sweet-talking him will be even more difficult than he’d imagined.


“Oh no you don’t, mister. Playtime is over for tonight.” Alex pouts and Mahiro affectionately pushes his hair back away from his face. “But seriously, are you feeling okay? Not jittery, or feeling nauseous or dizzy?”


Alex starts to answer but decides to give the question his full attention. “My knees are a bit stiff, yes. But that’s sort of my own fault.”


Mahiro tenses. “Yes, I noticed your scar. I should have checked in earlier. Should we minimize the kneeling from now on? Are you still feeling sore?” He slides off the sofa and, after a questioning look and Alex’s affirmative nod, pulls Alex’s leg toward him, expertly feeling around the tendons and bones of Alex’s knee, prodding and massaging the muscles that keep him stable. It’s strangely familiar and soothing.


Chapter 13