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

He can have everything inside the playroom he wants but nothing outside, and he needs to ruthlessly beat down that small match flame of hope that keeps striking in his chest whenever he sees Alex smile.


“Can I borrow your spreader bar for Wednesday?” Adam asks, snapping him out of his thoughts.


“Why, yours broken?” Mahiro asks and pulls it out of the drawer and hands it to him.


Adam looks it over and checks the clips. “Yeah, one of the cuffs got twisted last weekend. I’m sort of pissy about it, actually.”


Mahiro nods, understanding. Their stuff is expensive to replace, but people are unpredictable. “Speaking of borrowing things, do you have any candles left?”


Adam opens a drawer in his cabinet and pulls one white pillar from a box. “Next to last one. I’ll make more. Planning a little something for Friday, I take it?”


Chapter 32