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

“Ah, God. Sir. Please. I need…I need…” he says and pulls hard on his restraints, his eyes begging Mahiro for release.


Mahiro needs to remind him of his place. “Mmmm. I’ll give you what you need, my beauty. Don’t worry.” Mahiro climbs over him and brushes a kiss along Alex’s jaw and down his throat, over the curve of his shoulder and biceps. Mahiro loves watching him shiver under his hands, loves the way his breath hitches when the sensations are on the edge of too much. He can feel the way Alex is melting under pressure, the way he strains against Mahiro’s control and then ultimately succumbs, like he does now, when Mahiro trails his fingertips over Alex’s chest and down over his cock.


“You’re so very hard,” Mahiro says. “I think you should stay this way for a while.” He pulls a rubber cock ring from his pocket and trails it up Alex’s shaft until it loops over the head, but is still loose in Mahiro’s fingers. “Color?” he asks.


Chapter 79