HE STOPPED AGAIN

NIGHTINGALE

*

I waited to see if he was bluffing but I should have known by now that Hakan wasn’t like the other men I serviced while I worked on the streets. He had my hands pinned above my head and even when I tried to move my hips and force his fingers back into me, he moved farther away.

“Say it, Nightingale. Tell me I’m the only one who makes you feel this good.” He whispered against my lips.

He was the only man who could make me delirious with pleasure but I didn’t want to say it because it felt like I was letting him win if I do so. I could feel his hardness against me and I knew that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. So I held on to my defiance and refused to speak, hoping that his control would snap and he would still fuck me. Instead he stripped me naked and bent me over the bed in less than two minutes.

I was embarrassed by how wet I was, I knew that his hand was soaked with my juices and so were my thighs. But I don’t seem to be able to control my body’s reaction