Free No Ordinary Love by Kenya Wright

me, it’s Tora. And if I hear another call you that, it won’t be a good thing.”
    “Why not?”
    Ignoring me, he snapped his fingers. The tallest of his men approached the table with a tiny box in his hand. Velvet covered the outside. Kenji grabbed it and the guy left. “Here’s another gift.”
    I took the tiny box and opened it. A silver pendant carved like a tiger lay inside. Rubies served as the eyes. Diamonds that I figured were fake formed the claws and stripes. I lifted it up and spotted the long necklace it hung on. “This is beautiful, but I can't take this.”
    “Not taking my gift is disrespectful.”
    “But … ” I squashed my protest since it seemed he was warming to the idea of me doing my research. “Thank you for your gift.”
    “It's more than a gift. If you say yes to dating me, then you need to wear this tiger around your neck the whole time. People will recognize it in Kabukichō and know you belong to me.”
    “How? I can’t be the only woman wearing a tiger on a necklace in Tokyo.”
    “You’ll be the only one that looks like you and is wearing one.” He gestured to my dark skin and curls. “Everyone was alerted that I’m pursuing you. The pendant confirms that you’re one of mine.”
    I snorted. “One of yours? Do you have others sporting your chains?”
    “Yes.” He picked up his small cup and finished his sake in one gulp. “When I date a woman, I name her something she reminds me of and give her jewelry that lets others know not to harm her.”
    For the second time that night, I stared at him flabbergasted. “Maybe I should be writing about you instead of the sex industry. You sound much more interesting. How many women are you dating right now?”
    “None at this moment.”
    “How many have you dated?”
    “More than I feel like counting.”
    “And they wore little animals on chains.”
    “Yes, and most of them are still allowed to wear the chains.”
    “Why?”
    “It wouldn’t be right to leave them unprotected after we’ve decided to end it.” He checked my cup, saw it was still full, and poured more sake for himself. “Another condition of our agreement is that when you study these places in the district, I’m with you. Necklace or not, I don’t like the idea of you sitting there, turned on, without me by your side.”
    I laughed. “So you would be hanging around me just in case I get horny?”
    “Yes.” He licked his lips. “But we're not done.”
    “Oh goodness. There's more?”
    “The next condition is you do what I say. I’ll give you an alternative if you don’t want to do it, but I’d like you to say yes to me as much as you can.”
    Curious, I smirked. “What would you ask me to do? Give me an example.”
    He seared me with his gaze. “Take off your panties.” The command came out in a deep growl of desire. I moistened from the sound.
    The waitress approached with two tiny plates of seaweed salad. Not moving an inch, Kenji kept that intense stare on me. I unraveled right there, getting damper with each second. If he could fuck me with his eyes, I would’ve been head down on the table, ass in the air, and moaning as he clutched my breasts with one hand, massaged my clit with the other, and pumped me with his cock from behind. Holy shit. I closed my eyes to get rid of the thought, but found no escape. Visions of our bodies entwined filled my head.
    “Oh, my naughty Little Tora. What are you thinking?”
    I opened my eyes and did my best to not look at him. Instead, I focused on the waitress as she placed the plates on the table, unfolded our napkins, and handed us ivory chopsticks.
    “Thank you,” I said in a hoarse voice.
    “Do you need help?” he whispered as she left.
    “With what?”
    “Taking your panties off.”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Very.”
    “Right here?”
    The next word was a rumble, a forceful plea, lathered in sex and dripping with need. “Yes.”
    I gulped. “Why do you need my panties?”
    “Because that will