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

“When’s the last time you had dessert?” Alex asks, the echo of Mahiro’s use of the word “chubby” earlier in the evening bouncing around his head. “There’s nothing wrong with having dessert once in a while.”


Mahiro quirks an eyebrow. “Okay, I’d love an éclair. Please. And red wine. A cabernet, or Malbec. Thank you, Alex.”


Alex smiles and kisses his cheek before he almost skips over to join the line next to the table near the door. There are little screened domes over the desserts to keep the butterflies away, and the piles of cream puffs look delectable. Alex is next in line and considering his choices when the plug in his ass vibrates, just a little buzz, enough to startle him into turning around


To see Mahiro carefully examining the large white hibiscus flower nearby.


Alex almost laughs. So that’s how he’s playing it, is it?


Chapter 41