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

“No, don’t, let me hear it,” Mahiro says, and the flogger lands again, on the shoulder this time. “Let me hear every—” And another, on the other shoulder, and Alex gasps.


“Single—” This time, the tails bite at the space below his thigh and he whimpers, dick hard and fingers clenched around the bench. “—sound.”


The flogger strikes the upper curve of his ass with a heavier blow, one that has the strength of Mahiro’s bicep behind it, and the end of the blow drags the fall across the plug, and Alex feels a scream bubble up but it comes out as a sob instead.


The flogger thuds against the floor where Mahiro drops it, and then he’s straddling the bench in front of Alex’s face. He slides his hands through Alex’s hair and pulls it away from his forehead, encouraging him to lean up on his elbows and look at him. “Color?” he says, his dark eyes intent, searching.


“Green,” Alex hiccups. “Please, sir.”


Chapter 29