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 turns each way to look himself over critically in the mirror. Virginal white and embroidered chiffon shirt, slim white leather pants, white shoes. A look so innocent and pure Alex can tell Mahiro is planning to send a very specific message to whomever is at this party tonight.


That Alex is his own, his precious angel to spoil and debauch as he sees fit. Alex smiles at himself, smug. Damn straight he is.


“What do you think?” Mahiro asks, walking back into the bathroom and tugging on his cuffs. He’s wearing almost exactly the opposite of Alex, but in all black, long sleeves where Alex’s are short, and just a triangular slash of floral lace down the front of his shirt where Alex’s entire front is exposed under chiffon embroidered with vertical, twining stripes. A matched pair, but not identical.


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