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Gabrielle stepped outside, feeling the cool evening air on her skin. She took a drag from her vape, the sweet flavor calming her senses as her mind wandered back to Harry. She exhaled slowly, watching the vapor drift away, and a mischievous smile played on her lips as she recalled the desperate look on his face.
"He's truly determined to last the full two weeks," she thought, biting her lip. "That leaky cock of his is begging for relief, and he's fighting it so valiantly." Her fingers twitched at the memory of his strained expression, his eyes pleading with her to continue. She could almost feel the tension in his body, the ache in his balls, and the tingling sensation in his cock, desperate for release.
"Most guys would've given in by now," she mused, a spark of excitement flashing in her eyes. "They'd have shot their load and been done with it. But not Harry. He's got his heart set on that money."
Gabrielle took another drag, the vapor caressing her face. She blew out a steady stream, watching it merge with the night air. Her eyes took on a faraway look as she thought back to past encounters.
"I've had guys beg me to stop teasing them," she said with a soft laugh. "But they always end up caving. Afterwards, they'd storm off, never to be heard from again."
She sighed, recalling how many men had succumbed to her teasing only to disappear afterward, their desperation satisfied in the confines of their own homes.
"It's always the same," she continued, her voice laced with a hint of disappointment. "They fall for my flirting, my teasing, but they never stick around. Always a case of 'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.""
Gabrielle took a final drag from her vape and exhaled slowly, the air shimmering with the remnants of her exhale. Her eyes glittered with determination as she set her sights on the distance.
"But Harry's different," she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation. "I can sense it. He's the first one I've met who might actually withstand my teasing. The first one who might let me edge him endlessly."
She smiled, a gleam in her eye, as she pictured the look of pure frustration on Harry's face. Her lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she envisioned his aching cock, throbbing with need, and the desperate glint in his eye that begged for release.
"I can't wait to push him to his limits," she said, her voice tinged with excitement. "To see if he can resist the sweet relief I can offer. This is going to be one hell of a ride."
The night cast a peaceful silence over the hospital as Gabrielle made her way back inside, her mind still swirling with thoughts of Harry. She couldn't help but feel a sense of power as she reflected on their earlier interaction. Most men would have given in to their lust by now, but Harry's determination to endure the trial kept him steadfast.
"Poor Harry," she mused, a playful glint in her eye. "He can't just go home and take care of business like other guys. He's stuck here, at the mercy of his own desire and my teasing touches."
Gabrielle relished the control she had over him, knowing that she could torment him endlessly within the confines of the hospital walls. The memory of his pleading eyes begging her to touch his cock sent a thrill through her body. She pictured his cute, innocent face, twisted in frustration, and it only fueled her desire to push him further.
"His cheeks were flushed, and his lips were parted as he begged me to touch his cock," she recalled, her own face heating up at the memory. "It was so damn adorable, I could almost feel his need radiating off him."
Gabrielle paused, her hand unconsciously reaching up to touch her heated cheek. She could still see the look of pure, unfiltered desire in Harry's eyes, and it affected her in a way she hadn't expected.
"I want to see that look on his face over and over again," she declared, her voice steady. "The idea of him finding release, of him cumming, makes me..." She searched for the right word, her eyes glazing over with a mixture of emotions. "It makes me sad."
She took a steadying breath, her fingers gently rubbing her thumb, as if she were soothing an imaginary ache. "I don't want him to experience that relief, not ever. I want to keep him on the edge, teetering between pleasure and pain, forever if I could. That adorable, cute, frustrated face he makes is just too perfect to let go of."
Gabrielle's voice softened as she painted a mental picture of Harry's face contorted in pleasure. "His eyes would squeeze shut, his mouth would open in a silent scream, and his body would arch off the bed. But I don't want that," she whispered, her voice laced with longing. "I want to keep him right where he is, desperate and needy, with that adorable look on his face."
She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with a mix of lust and determination. "I'll keep him guessing, keep him wondering if today will be the day I let him find release. That power I have over him, that's what I crave."
Gabrielle couldn't shake the image of Harry's adorable face twisted in frustration from her mind. She envisioned his eyes, watery with unshed tears, as he begged her to let him cum. Her chest tightened at the thought of his suffering, and she felt a tingle between her legs as her breath quickened. "Damn," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "The faces he'll make... Those big eyes of his, pleading with me to let him finish. His mouth parted in a silent moan, his tongue darting out to wet his lips."
Gabrielle's own mouth went dry as she pictured Harry's lips, full and pink, quivering as he teetered on the edge of release. She imagined the sound of his breath, ragged and uneven, filling the room as he struggled to hold back. "And then," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "just as he's on the brink, I'll stop. I'll pull away, leaving him desperate and frustrated, his cock aching to cum."
The thought of it made her wet, and she shifted uncomfortably, feeling the dampness between her legs. Gabrielle bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she imagined the look of pure need on Harry's face. She pictured his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, his chest heaving with suppressed desire. "He'll be so desperate," she murmured, her heart pounding in her chest. "Wanting me to take him to the edge again, to let him experience that sweet relief."
Gabrielle's fingers trembled as she imagined herself denying him, watching his face twist in a mix of pleasure and agony. She knew she was torturing herself with these thoughts, but she couldn't help it. The power she held over Harry, the way she could control his pleasure, was intoxicating.
"I need a moment," she said, her voice shaky.
Gabrielle turned from her walk towards his room, her heart pounding, and made her way to the bathroom. The cool tiles soothed her heated skin as she stepped inside. She locked herself in a stall, her breath coming in short gasps. Slowly, she slid her hand under her skirt, her fingers finding the damp fabric of her panties.
With a gentle tug, she pulled them down, feeling the cool air on her heated skin. Her fingers traced the thin trail of moisture that had formed, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her mind whirred with images of Harry, his handsome face contorted in pleasure, his body arching off the bed, desperate for release.
"This is what you do to me," she whispered, her breath coming in short bursts. "This is the power you have over me, you and your innocent face, your denied cock."
Gabrielle's fingers slid lower, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that ached for attention. Her eyes fluttered closed as she imagined Harry, his lean body taut with need, his cock encased in a chastity cage, waiting for her to unlock it. In her mind, he wasn't just a patient, he was her boyfriend, and she had denied him release for years, toying with his desire.
"You've been locked up for so long, my sweet boy," she whispered, her fingers stroking her clit in slow, deliberate circles. "Always hoping I'll let you cum, always believing that today might be the day."
She imagined his faithfulness and devotion as he waited patiently, his love for her keeping him loyal even as she denied him the most basic physical release.
"Your cock is mine," she murmured, her breath quickening. "And I'll never let you cum. You'll be a virgin forever, never knowing the pleasure of release." Gabrielle's fingers moved faster, her thumb pressing against her clit as she imagined Harry's frustrated moans. Her free hand balled into a fist, grasping the edge of the stall as her hips pushed against her hand.
"Oh, the faces you make when I tease you," she continued, her voice catching as her breath quickened. "Your eyes pleading with me, your mouth open in a silent plea for release."
In her mind's eye, she saw Harry, his handsome face contorted in longing, his body taut with need, his cock throbbing within the confines of the chastity cage. She imagined him on the bed, his arms reaching out to her, his desire plain to see, yet he remained dutifully chaste, his virginity intact. "You're my Virgin Prince," she cooed, her fingers working expertly. "Locked in chastity, desperate for your princess to set you free. But I'll never grant
your release, no matter how much you plead." Gabrielle's breath hitched as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, her thighs trembling as her fingers worked feverishly. She pictured Harry's hopeful expression, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, unaware that she would never allow him to cum, that she relished in his perpetual denial. "You think I'll let you cum today, don't you?" she taunted softly, her voice laced with amusement. "You think your princess will finally grant your wish, but I won't. I'll keep you locked up forever, my chaste boyfriend, my Virgin Prince."
Her fingers moved faster, her thumb pressing harder, as she imagined Harry's face, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent cry, his virgin cock aching for release. Her own breath quickened, mirroring the rhythm of her fingers, as she whispered.
"This is what you do to me, my sweet, denied boy," she panted. "You make me ache and burn, and yet I deny you the same pleasure. I keep you locked up, and it's driving you mad."
Gabrielle's breath caught in her throat as she finally peaked, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She bit her lip to muffle her moans, her fingers slowing as the waves of pleasure washed over her. In her mind's eye, she saw Harry's hopeful expression fade, his eyes glazing over with the realization that she would never set him free.
"You'll never cum, my sweet Virgin Prince," she whispered, her voice thick with post-orgasmic satisfaction. "You'll forever be mine, locked in chastity, both physically and emotionally."
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