Free Owned by the Yakuza: A Japanese Mafia Bad Boy Romance by Ariel London

Before I could convince myself that it was a bad idea, I opened the door.
    Tadao’s eyes met mine and he let out a sigh. He relaxed and his face lit up. “Oriana.”
    I waited for a lecture about missing work, a death threat, anything, but instead he walked into the genkan and hugged me tightly. I pressed my hands against his back. He was breathing hard. I buried my face against his shoulder, feeling his strength around me.
    When he broke away, it looked as if it pained him to do so. “Oriana, why aren’t you at the hostess club?” He asked.
    “Oh, I wasn’t feeling well,” I lied. “I called, but no one picked up and the voicemail was full.” I covered my lie with the truth.
    “Thank goodness.” Tadao lifted my chin and kissed me softly. “I’m glad that you didn’t go in today.”
    I jerked my head back. “Why?”
    Tadao hesitated. “Don’t say anything to anyone, but there’s some stuff going on and I don’t want you to become a target,” He said. “It’s ok, don’t worry about it right now.” He leaned down to kiss me again.
    I turned my head, ignoring the hurt look that flashed across his face. “You don’t want me to become a target? Really? You’re going to say that and then tell me not to worry about it and try to cover it up with kisses?”
    “Do you want something more than kisses?” His lips twitched in a mischievous smile.
    Oh, why did he have that power over me? I got hot just thinking about all the things his lips were good at. “No, that’s not what I meant,” I stuttered and blushed.
    “You’re so cute,” Tadao whispered, pulling me to him again. His hands were gentle and forceful at the same time. “Can we talk about it later? Right now I just want to taste you.”
    I caved. My heart burst and my body quivered as he kissed me. I wanted to have the willpower to say no, but I was helpless. One more fuck couldn’t hurt. Then I’d tell him that I was going away for a while. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? Then I’d know if he really wanted more than this.
    Tadao shut and locked the door. He slipped off his shoes and grabbed me, pressing me against the wall while he kissed me. His hands pulled at my clothes.
    We stumbled to the sofa. I pulled off my sweatpants and he knelt over me, kneading my breasts through my t-shirt. “Naughty girl, you’re not wearing a bra.”
    I answered through my teeth as he pinched my nipples. “I wasn’t expecting company.”
    “Lucky for me,” Tadao said. He pulled my shirt over my head, exposing me to him. My breasts were dotted with tiny bruises from our last session. He admired them for a second and then tied my hands together with the shirt.
    I lay there in nothing but white panties, staring up at him as he undressed.
    “You know,” He said. “I was really looking forward to taking you back to my place last night.” His eyes crept over my body from bottom to top and then back again. “I hoped that you would have stayed with me.”
    I opened my mouth to speak. He pressed a finger to my lips. “Hush, no talking. You’re going to be a good girl and take your punishment.”
    I quivered.
    Tadao began rubbing my slit through my cotton panties. He used two fingers, pressing down between my folds and massaging my clit. He worked me up until my panties were soaked through. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them. “You sure are wet for someone who’s about to be punished.”
    I stifled a moan. I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to keep quiet while his fingers teased me to the brink. I moved my arms, testing how tight they had been tied. I was stuck.
    Tadao yanked my panties down and darted his tongue in and out against my swollen clit. He looked at me and smirked as I tried to keep myself quiet. “I said no talking, moaning is fine. In fact, it’s encouraged.” He tweaked my nipple.
    I gasped, arching up to his touch and moaning.
    “That’s better, isn’t it?” He massaged my clit with long