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

Alex sucks in a breath and holds it for a beat. “I think he’d like that very much.”


“Interesting.” Mahiro’s foot, now shoeless—and how did he do that so quickly?—is sliding its way up Alex’s leg, pausing at his knee to massage the swell of bone there, and then up the inside of his thigh.


“You’re going to kill me,” Alex hisses. “I’m going to die, right here on a white tablecloth in Manhattan, face down in a pile of strawberries.”


Mahiro giggles. “And whipped cream.”


“No, you’re not going to die,” Mahiro says, and his foot rests lightly right on Alex’s crotch. He whimpers. “Shhh. Only when you’re ready. And only a little death.”


“Le petit mort. En fraises,” Alex says, and they both break down snorting and cackling over pancakes, the other patrons of the restaurant giving them dirty looks, which only makes Alex laugh harder.


“We’ll take the check when you can,” he says to the waiter between giggles.


Chapter 52