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

“Seriously? I’d swear you’re twelve.” Alex just laughs. “Anyway, don’t worry about any of that. Just come to the house around eight. I mean, close to eight. Whatever. I’m not picky.”


Alex raises an eyebrow. “Yes, you are.”


“Well, I mean, don’t be really late or anything, we’ve got—


“I’ll be there at eight P.M.,” Alex says with a laugh. “No worries.”


“Okay, then. Eight on Saturday. I’ll take care of everything.” Mahiro edges up to Alex for another kiss, and it seems now that he’s allowed himself the indulgence, he kisses Alex whenever he can, whenever the mood strikes him, and that’s fairly often. Alex doesn’t mind, not one bit, not when Mahiro’s kisses never seem the same from one to the next. This one is careful and soft, a lingering goodbye, and Alex watches him hail a cab and drive away, looking at Alex through the back window until the Saturday traffic swallows him up.


Chapter 53