Owned by the Yakuza: A Japanese Mafia Bad Boy Romance (6 page)

Tadao groaned, his hands grabbing my ass and his tongue flicking against my peaked nipples.

I held onto his shoulders, riding him and grinding my pelvis against his. It was hot. It was wet. It was slippery. When he came up for air, I pressed my forehead against his, our noses touching. I breathed in his breath. We were completely connected.

“You need pain to cum, don’t you?” Tadao said, bucking his hips up to meet mine.

I nodded, stifling a moan.

“Good thing I found you, huh?” Tadao stood, picking me up as he went. His shaft was still inside of me. He pressed me down against the cold tile floor, moving my legs over my head to fold me in half while he fucked me. Each thrust was harder than the last.

Tadao crossed my ankles and held them in place. His free hand reached back and spanked my ass. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed in the office.

I gasped. My pussy clenched around him. A few more hits like that and I’d be helpless.

Tadao grinned, slamming his hardness in and out of me, spanking me with the same persistent rhythm.

“Oh, no,” I moaned. “I’m going to cum.” I reached through my legs, reaching to touch his chest. He hissed as my fingernails dug into his skin. I stared at him, he was going to cum too.

“Let’s do it together,” He said. His hand moved from my ass and rubbed my heat. He pinched my clit hard between his finger and thumb.

I saw stars, arching back and losing control as an orgasm overcame me.

Tadao let go my legs and pressed himself against me, clutching my body and pressing us together as he emptied himself inside me. He moaned and rested his head against mine. Slowly, his coiled muscles relaxed and he rolled off of me.

I stared up at the ceiling, watching the ceiling fan circle around and around. I turned over onto my side, catching a glimpse of the puddle that we had left on the floor.

I caught Tadao’s eye and smiled. “You know… I don’t think I’ll mind working here.”

#

The next night, as soon as my shift started, the customers flocked to me. I was booked for the entire night and the manager had put a one-hour maximum on my time. The men couldn’t get enough of me and I couldn’t help but love it.

I had never been popular in school, always being the outsider despite living my whole life here in Tokyo. I never quite fit in. I had never had a serious boyfriend and the few friends I had made drifted away after high school. I had spent most of my life alone and now I was completely surrounded.

When the fourth hour of my shift ended, I left the disappointed men, my purse heavy with tips.

Hide waved to me from the bar as I walked past. I shot him a smile and slipped into the back room. I emptied my tips into my locker and fixed my makeup in the mirror that I had stuck to the inside door.

“Having fun?”

I caught a glance of Sora in the mirror and turned around. “I guess so, why?”

That girl hadn’t exactly been as welcoming as Tadao promised she would be. Her passive-aggressive attitude was driving me crazy. She was the only hostess who even acknowledged me, but I could feel her envy towards me was just as strong as the others. I was tired of it. It was immature to be so territorial over a few drunk businessmen.

“Himura-san is here looking for you,” Sora said.

I shut my locker.

“How much debt do you owe, anyways?” Sora asked.

I looked up from the floor and glared at her. So Tadao had told her why I was here. “It’s not my debt, technically,” I said. “But why should you care? Can’t wait to get rid of me can you?”

Sora smiled. “No, just wondering how much longer that I’m going to have to put up with you hanging around my Tadao.”

I was shocked. “
Your Tadao
? What happened to ‘
Himura-san’
?” I mocked her high tone. “You guys aren’t together are you?”

“Not exactly, no,” Sora leaned against the row of lockers. “But I know one thing: once the novelty wears off, he’s going to dump you like yesterday’s garbage. That’s what he does, you know.”

I hoped that I hid the twinge of pain that jerked through my body. “Well, that’s just fine,” I said, straightening my dress. “I’ll be out of here as soon as that debt is paid off. I have higher career aspirations than whoring out my time.”

Sora’s mouth fell open. She was red as if I slapped her across the face, and I might as well have. I turned on my heel and left the room, hurrying up the stairs to meet Tadao in the VIP lounge.

I was breathing hard and blinking back tears by the time I reached the door. I knocked before opening the door. I looked around. The room was empty, except for Tadao. He was sitting in his usual armchair by the balcony, looking out over the crowded main floor.

At the sound of the door shutting, he turned to me. “Oriana, there you are.”

I sat down on the ottoman beside the chair. “I can’t stay long. I have clients booked all night.”

“I know,” Tadao said, he tucked a loose tendril of hair behind my ear, moving his fingers slowly and gently. “Who do you think paid for this hour?”

“What?” I gasped. “You don’t have to pay for my company, Ta – Himura-san,” I corrected quickly.

“No, call me Tadao,” He insisted. “I think we should be on a first name basis by now.”

“Ok, fine, Tadao,” I repeated. “You don’t have to pay for my time. I’m the one who owes you.”

The kyodai shrugged. “
Technically
, you owe the family. Not me.”

I closed my eyes as his fingers trailed down my cheek and over my bottom lip. I shivered under his touch. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted rough. I nipped at his fingers and he pulled his hand away. “Tadao, if you want my time, all you need to do is ask.”

Tadao grinned, leaning forward and kissing me. He grasped the back of my neck. “Is that so?”

“However, I believe I am on duty right now, and it’s my job to listen to your problems,” I added, using a line that was said when clients were getting too physical.

“The only problem that I have right now,” Tadao whispered against my ear while working my hair free from the low ponytail that it was tied in. “Is that you’re not naked.” His free hand grabbed my breast, squeezing and handling me even rougher than he had last time. He was beginning to see that whatever my limit was, we still had not found it.

I moaned, trembling as I slipped off the ottoman and kneeled at his feet. I slowly ran my hands flat against his knees and then upwards. I found my prize, standing stiff and arching against the fabric of his pants. I rubbed his hardness through the fabric, stroking him with the heel of my palm and teasing with my fingers.

Tadao clenched his teeth, hissing out a long groan and wrapping my hair around his hand. He looked at me, nodding for me to continue.

As I unzipped his fly, his cellphone buzzed in his pocket. I glanced up.

Tadao pulled the phone from his pocket and swiped to answer it. “What?” He said to whoever was on the other line.

I unbuckled his belt. I paused, my hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft.

Tadao raised his eyebrows while listening to the call. “I didn’t say stop.” He whispered and then returned his attention to the call.

Oh god, this was better than any of my fantasies. I loved him using me like this. I got down to business, stroking his length and using my mouth on the head of his glistening cock. Aside from a few sharp intakes of breath, Tadao miraculously continued the phone call, even as he neared his climax.

Tadao shifted under my touch, holding the back of my head and fucking my mouth until I gagged. “Ok, fine. I’ll see you in a bit.” He hung up the phone. He used both hands to grip my hair, flexing his hips as my lips met his skin. His abs tightened and his threw back his head. “Almost there,” He breathed. “Oh, fuck, you’re good at this.”

A hitched gasp was all I got for a warning and then Tadao’s hot load filled my mouth. I swallowed every drop like a good girl and then smiled at him.

Tadao was silent while he caught his breath. He wiped the saliva from my bottom lip. “Amazing.” He checked the time on his phone. “I know we have half an hour left, my dear, but there’s something I need to take care of.” He emphasized this by twisting the phone around in his hand.

“Ok,” I stood and brushed off my dress. I was uncomfortably wet after that.

Tadao kissed my cheek. “Why don’t you get cleaned up. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He paused. “What about I take you out tomorrow for dinner? I know you’re off, I checked the schedule. Then you can have me for as long as you like.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “So, like a date?”

Tadao looked away quickly and cleared his throat. “Uh, sure if you want to call it that.” He wiped his hand over his face like a shy school boy. “I’ll pick you up at six.”

PART TWO

CHAPTER SEVEN

Tadao
忠夫

A date? I guess it would be considered a date.

“Oh, what are you doing, Tadao?” I muttered to myself. I had never, not once, mixed business and pleasure before. There were too many risks when you were in the yakuza. I saw first hand all the shit that my brother and Cassandra had gone through. I didn’t want Oriana to go through the same thing. But I did want her. More than anyone.

I shook my head and focused on the road. I couldn’t let my mind wander right now.

The call that I had taken was from Tatsuya. Apparently, some punks had tagged a few of our smaller bars in Shibuya and a package had been left at the doorstep of the newly renovated Imperial bar. The Shimazu-kai were starting to fight back.

I pulled up in front of Imperial and jumped out of my Mercedes. It had been an impulse buy and the other men had chastised me for buying a foreign made car.

Tatsuya and Yuji were waiting outside. They ran to me as soon as I shut the door. “What’s the rush?” I asked.

“Kaoru’s inspecting the package. He’s pretty sure it’s an acid bomb,” Yuji said. Tatsuya nodded.

“An acid bomb? How unoriginal.” I smirked. “Tell him to dispose of it, if that’s the case.”

They followed me into the bar. It was empty, all of the workers had gone home. This feud was costing me way too much money, and that pissed me off.

Tatsuya jumped over the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He pulled the top off and took a swig.

Masaru came in through the back. “I’m going to go with Kaoru to get this bomb taken care of.” He gave me a mock salute and I waved him off.

Tatsuya offered me a drink from the bottle. When I shook my head he shrugged and knocked back another mouthful.

“Do you think they’ll be ok on their own?” Yuji asked.

“They’ll be fine.” I leaned against the bar and rubbed my temples. “Do you have some shatei cleaning up the graffiti?”

“They’ve already be dispatched,” Yuji confirmed.

“Does anyone know if Masaru’s shatei had picked up on any news about the Shimazu-kai’s next move?” I asked. The rival gang was more annoying than anything else, little spats here and there. They were like insects and they needed to be exterminated.

Yuji nodded. “Yes, they’ve named a new kumichō to take over because Shimazu-san’s son is too young. Shimazu’s cousin, Akimoto Eito has taken responsibility for the gang for the time being.”

“Akimoto Eito,” I muttered. I didn’t remember hearing the name before, which meant that either he was very inexperienced or very good at covering his tracks. If he had been named the kumichō, chances were good that it was the latter.

“Text Masaru and let him know that as soon as he’s done helping Kaoru with that bomb, I want all of his guys hitting the pavement, the internet, the fucking library, I don’t care! I need every scrap of information that they can find on him.” Gangs didn’t die easy, not when entire families were involved. We had two options: give in or hit them so hard they’d never dare strike at us again.

“Oh, and Tatsuya, you will have to collect protection money by yourself tomorrow.”

Tatsuya shrugged. “Oh, but why?”

“I have something else to attend to.” I wasn’t about to tell them about a date with Oriana. “Don’t forget about the manager from that bar, whatever his name is. Try to go easy on him.”

Tatsuya grinned. “No promises.”

#

I wished that I hadn’t stayed up all night trying to clean up the Shimazu-kai’s mess. I was exhausted and I wanted to be my best when I picked up Oriana for our … date.

I wanted it to be perfect. I had pulled some strings to get a table at Tofuya Ukai, an exclusive high-end restaurant with private rooms. I parked in front of her apartment building at exactly six and only had to wait a minute for her to come to the lobby.

Just looking at her left me breathless. Oriana was dressed in dark green, a shade that enhanced the colour of her hair. She stopped a pace away from me, holding her hands in front of her nervously and smiled. Her eyes lit up when I held out a single red rose.

“Good evening, beautiful,” I said and closed the space between us. I kissed her lips. Her fingers brushed mine as she took the rose.