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

“Yes, oh God. Yes, please. It’s so incredibly beautiful.” Alex pulls the collar from its box and holds it on his palms. “Please collar me, my Mahiro,” he says sweetly, and the atmosphere shifts in an instant, Mahiro feeling the sharper edges of his personality wanting to come out and play, his body tightening in response to the soft supplication in Alex’s words.


“Then strip and kneel on the cushion, my beauty,” he says and nips Alex’s lower lip as he takes the collar from his hands. Alex scrambles off Mahiro’s lap and begins to undress, tossing his clothes on the small chair by the door and turning with lethal grace to sashay across the playroom and sink to his knees with a wink.


Oh, this is trouble. He’s in a playful, giddy mood tonight, and Mahiro knows that means he’s going to push. But then again, whose fault is that, exactly, when Mahiro’s feeling the same way?


Chapter 77