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

“This is my favorite, Alex,” he says carefully and relishes Alex’s smile. “It’s not intended to be very painful, but it is very intense. It will make you feel exactly how I want you to feel. Would you like me to use it?”


Alex breathes out, one long, shuddering exhale. “Yes, please. Sir.”


“Good.” Mahiro straightens and stands behind him, and flips the flogger in a figure eight, a quick warm-up for his wrists. The weight feels balanced and light, so he gathers the fall in his opposite hand and, with a quick prayer of gratitude to the stars that aligned to let him be here in this moment, lets it drop right onto the fleshy, pert right cheek of Alex Breschi’s ass.


Alex sucks in a quick breath of surprise, and his back arches as he lifts his head off his hands, but otherwise he doesn’t seem distressed or upset by the sensation. It might take him a bit more warm-up to decide how he feels.


“Color?” Mahiro asks and gathers up the fall again.


Chapter 23