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

“Please,” he says, tears falling freely. “Please, sir. Please.”


Adam drops the martinet and quickly unbuckles Chris’s feet from the bar. “On your knees, beautiful.”


Chris gratefully falls to his knees, sucking in heaving breaths and watches, fascinated, as Adam unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out.


Chris does, opens his mouth and lets Adam push his way inside. He’s hot, smooth and hard and delicious, and Chris can taste the salt of his tears around the slick warm taste of Adam’s skin.


“Fuck, Chris,” Adam pants, fucking Chris’s mouth as his thumbs wipe the tears from the corners of Chris’s eyes. “You were so good. Such a good boy. You’re going to feel so good, baby, I promise.”


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