The Nurse's Secret

She had been avoiding me for the past few days.

Or at least, she had tried to.

But I could see it. The way her hands would shake slightly when she passed my cell. The way she lingered just for a second too long when she thought I wasn't looking.

She was unraveling.

And I knew exactly why.

She was thinking about me. Obsessing over what I had said. Losing sleep over the possibility that I still had something on her.

And the worst part?

It wasn't just fear keeping her up at night.

It was something else.

Something she didn't want to admit.

She wanted me.

The thought of me having control over her, of knowing she was at my mercy, it did something to her. Something she hated.

Something that soaked her panties when she laid in bed next to the husband she no longer loved.

And tonight, she finally broke.

I heard her before I saw her--her footsteps coming down the tier, moving faster than usual.

Then, the keys. The quiet click on the door sliding open.

And there she was.

Her breathing was shallow, her expression tight, but her eyes--those eyes--they gave her away.

She was flustered. Aroused.

And she hated it.

I smirked, leaning back against the cement wall. "Couldn't stay away. Huh?"

She slammed the door shut behind her, crossing her arms. "I need to know."

I raised an eyebrow. "Know what?"

Her jaw clenched. "You know what."

I exhaled slowly, letting my eyes wander her body, taking my time. She was in her usual uniform, but the top two buttons of her shirt were undone, exposing the soft curve of her collarbone. She was trying to act tough, but she was giving herself away in all the little ways.

I smirked. "You've been losing sleep over me, mami?"

Her breathe hitched, just barely, but I caught it.

I leaned forward, resting my elbow on the wall. "Tell me the truth. When you're lying in bed at night, when your husband is asleep beside you, do you think about me?"

Her nostrils flared up like usual. "Shut up."

I titled my head. "Do you touch yourself?"

"Stop."

I let the silence stretch between us, watching the way her fingers twitched at her sides, the way her thighs pressed together involuntarily.

Then, finally, I reached under my bunk, grabbing my phone.

Her eyes followed the motion instantly, her body tensing.

I unlocked the screen and held it up, letting the video just play for a second--just enough for her to see.

She looked defeated.

She took a shaky step forward. "You lied to me."

I grinned. "No. I just never told you the whole truth."

Her eyes stayed glued to the screen, her chest rising and falling in sharp uneven breaths.

Then, slowly, she looked back up at me.

"...What do you want?"

I patted the bunk beside me. "Come sit, mami."

She hesitated--but only for a second.

Then, almost like she was in a trance, she stepped forward and sat next to me.

Her thighs brushed up against mine. She was close enough that I could smell the faint hint of her perfume, mixed with the sweat of her nerves.

I reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know what comes next."

She swallowed hard. Her glaze flicked to the door, then back to me.

"...I can't." She said under her breath.

I gave her a half smile. "You will."

I leaned back, spreading my legs slightly, and let my hand rest on my crotch.

Her eyes darted down.

I could see it--the internal war waging inside her.

Then, finally, with a slow shaky breath..

She reached for my waist band.

Her fingers trembled as they brushed against the waistband of my pants, like she was testing the waters unsure if this was a mistake or something she couldn't resist.

The moment her hand slid inside, her breath caught in her throat. I could feel her hesitation, but I also felt the undeniable pull--her body betraying her mind.

I let her take her time, watching her every move, savoring the way her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. She was fighting it, I could tell, but deep down, she knew there was no turning back now.

I leaned in just a little, my voice low and slow. "You've wanted this... haven't you?"

She didn't answer, but the way her fingers curled around me, the way her eyes flicked up to mine, it spoke volumes. She wasn't just touching me now. She was giving herself over, inch by inch.

Her lips parted slightly, a faint gasp escaping as she shifted closer, her body pressing against mine. The tension between us thick, almost suffocating. I could see the struggle on her face--the fight between her guilt and the craving she couldn't deny.

I let out a soft chuckle. "You're a lot more than just a nurse, aren't you?"

Her eyes flashed with anger, but it was tempered by something else--something darker, something more primal. "I.. I don't do this.. Not even for my husband." She moaned, but the words were weak, like a desperate plea.

I didn't give her a chance to pull away. With a firm but gentle hand. I guided her head down into my lap. "Maybe you don't, mami." I went on, "But tonight.. you will.." I said as she submitted pressing her lips into the head of my hard, black dick.

Her body betrayed her as she took me into her warm and wet mouth. There was no denying the pull between us anymore. And when her lips sunk further down my shaft, she gagged, and I knew she would no longer be able to walk away from this.

Not this time. Not after everything she had already given.