The Nurse's Secret

She came back.

I knew she would.

When she walked into the module for her shift, she tried to avoid looking in my direction, but I saw the way she hesitated. The way her shoulders tensed as she moved past my cell. She was trying to act normal, trying to keep up that cold, professional attitude--but I had cracked her.

Now?

She was mine to break.

I didn't say anything right away. I let her come to me. She finished her routine checks, making sure all the other inmates were squared away, before finally stepping in front of my cell.

She kept her expression neutral, but I could see the way her fingers curled into her palms, the way her breathing was just a little uneven.

"Give me your phone," she whispered.

I smirked, leaning against the wall. "That's not how this works."

Her nostrils flared. "I'm here, aren't I?"

I let my eyes drag over her body, taking my time. She was wearing the same tight scrub pants that hugged her ass just right, the fabric clinging to her thick thighs. Her top, stretched across her chest, her curves undeniable. Even now, trying to stand her ground, she was gorgeous.

I sat down on my bunk and patted my thigh. "Come inside."

She hesitated.

We both knew this was crossing a line. Up until now, everything had been words, an unspoken game of power. But stepping inside my cell? That was real. That was action.

I saw the war in her eyes--the battle between her pride and her fear. But in the end, fear won.

She checked the hallway one more time, making sure no one was watching. Then, without a word, she slid inside and pulled the door shut behind her.

She stood there, arms crossed over her chest, pretending she wasn't nervous. "Let's get this over with."

I leaned back on my elbows, watching her. "Unbutton your top."

Her jaw tightened. "A handjob. That's what you said."

I grinned. "And I want to see what I'm working with while you do it."

Her face flushed, anger and humiliation mixing in her expression. But she reached up, fingers shaking slightly, and started undoing the buttons.

One by one, they came undone, revealing smooth, tan skin. A lazy black bra peeked out underneath, hugging her full tits, her cleavage deep and tempting.

"Happy now?" She muttered.

I reached out grabbing her wrist, and pulled her closer. She gasped slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she let me guide her hand down my lap.

"Pull it out," I said.

She swallowed hard. Then, slowly, her fingers worked the elastic of my prison pants, pulling them down just enough to free my dick. Her breath hitched slightly.

That was it. That was the moment.

I saw the shift in her expression--the moment her disgust turned into something else. Curiosity. Lust.

She tried to hide it, but I saw the way her eyes lingered, the way her fingers hesitated before wrapping around me.

"You like what you see?" I taunted.

She scoffed, but I noticed she didn't pull her hand away. "Shut up."

I chuckled. "Make me."

Then she started stroking.

Her grip was unsure at first, like she was forcing herself through the motions. But as her soft fingers worked up and down my shaft, something changed. Her breathing deepened. Her strokes became smoother, more confident.

She was getting into it.

I leaned my head back, letting out a low groan. "Damn, you got soft hands."

She didn't respond, but I caught the way her thighs pressed together, the way she subtly bit her bottom lips. She was turned on.

And she didn't even realize she was being recorded.

I had my phone propped up on the small ledge across from my bed, the camera angled just right. The dim light of my cell was enough to catch everything--the way she stood between my legs, her hand wrapped around my thick length, her scrub top hanging open, exposing that tight little body.

She was so focused on what she was doing, on the heat between us, that she never even glanced in that direction.

I let her stroke me for a while, enjoying the way her fingers worked me, the way her breathing grew heavier. Then,, right before I was about to finish, I grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

She blinked, confused. "What?"

I smirked. "Next time you're using that pretty mouth."

Her lips parted slightly, like she was about to argue, but no words came out. She was too deep now. Too wrapped up in the situation.

I reached up brushing my thumb over her lips. "You'll be back."

She pulled away from my touch like she was snapping out of a trance. She straightened her top, cleared her throat, and gave me one last glare.

Then she walked out of my cell without another word.

The second she was gone, I grabbed my phone and checked the video.

Perfect.

It showed everything--her hand around my dick, the way her body moved, the way she looked at me. It was more than enough leverage.

The next night, she came back.

She walked into my cell with the same attitude--cold, distant, trying to act like she wasn't unraveling. But I saw the shift in her body language. The stiffness in her shoulders. The way she avoided my eye like she knew exactly what was coming next.

I sat back on my bunk, stretching, completely relaxed. "That was last night."

She crossed her arms. "We had a deal. Delete the picture."

I smirked. "Relax. I'm a man of my word."

I pulled out my phone, making a show of scrolling to the image in my gallery. Her eyes were locked on the screen, watching, waiting. I let the tension drag out just a little longer before pressing delete.

"See?" I held it up so she could see the confirmation. "Gone."

She let out a slow breath, some of the tension easing from her face.

But she had no idea.

I still had the video.

She turned to leave, but I wasn't done yet. I reached out, grabbing her wrist, pulling her back in just enough for her ass to press against my lap. She tensed.

"Now, don't tell me you didn't enjoy it." I mumbled into her ear.

She stiffened. "This was a mistake."

I chuckled letting my fingers trail down the curve of her hip. "That's not what your hand was telling me last night."

She tried to step away, but I gripped her waist, pulling her back just enough to feel the heat between us.

"Don't worry." I said, my voice smooth, teasing. "I'm done blackmailing you."

She let out a breath of relief--right before I grabbed a handful of her thick ass.

She gasped, spinning around, but I just grinned. "That one was just for me."

Her lips parted, but she didn't say a word. Didn't pull away.

Then, without another glance, she stormed out of my cell.

She thought it was over.

But I knew she'd be back.