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

Fuck. He’s starting to get hard again.


But afterward, in the bath. He was so funny and so playful. He’d been asking questions about Mahiro’s life, wanting to know about him. Like he actually likesMahiro, not just as a Dom or as a teacher, but as a person. Is that even possible?


Is it important? He’s not known other people who’ve subbed for him that well before.


You know it is, he thinks as he jerks off to the echo of Alex’s “Oooh, promise?” purred in his ear.


Adam catches up to him next while he’s on the sofa, shoveling down his allowed Saturday bowl of cocoa puffs and watching a recorded episode of BattleBots. He drops next to Mahiro on the sofa and falls over onto his side with a groan.


“Get your feet away from my cereal,” Mahiro mumbles around a bite. “I don’t care you’re hungover. That’s your own fault.”


“Bleah. I’m never drinking with Amy and Jamie ever, ever again,” he says. “I hate myself.”


Chapter 21