This time he could tell she knew her answer and didn't want to say it. "I-I was thinking of your cock. And how long and hard it would be when you saw me." Her voice became dangerously loud. "I imagined what it would be like to have it in my mouth."

His hand went to the final clip, the one attached to her bud, and gave a harsh twist and a pull as he joined the man in the other stall in singing for a moment to cover her shaky groan. "How on earth did you get that one on?"

"Stick to honky songs, cracker," the person in the other shower joked, and Jack heard him turn off the water. Their singer was leaving them.

"Gladly," Jack said, and then added to Cat, "Pick up your feet," and he placed his hands beneath Cat's arms once again and lifted held her off the ground as she bent her legs at the knees so that their company would have no chance to spot her as he left.

At last, they had a small chance to talk. "How many dicks did you suck to get in here, slut?" he guessed after he put her down. "Or did they all find you in the shower?"

"I sucked off the night watchman and three students, Master," she answered softly. "Multiple times."

"Anything else I need to know about?"

She shook her head. "I didn't fuck anyone, if that's what you mean."

"You drove here?"

She nodded.

"I hope you parked across the street at the bookstore." And again she answered affirmatively. "What time did you get here?"

"At about fifteen 'til eight," she said. "I ran around campus a few times and then came in. I got to the showers at around 10:00 and got ready for you."

She had been waiting since ten o'clock! He tried not to look too amazed, realizing that she had no clue what time it was. "You are a true whore," he said, "if you let everyone see you dressed like that."

"I walked from the front desk to the showers completely nude," she whispered, "with cum all over me."

Jack released her from his embrace and pinched both her nipples, hard, saying, "Worthless cunt. All because you like pain?"

"No!"

"You do."

"I like your pain," she said, leaning on 'your.' There were tears in her eyes again when he finally released her nipples, and marks from his fingernails in her tender flesh. She panted to catch her breath. "I love your pain."

He hugged her tight with his left arm as his right hand pulled off both the alligator clips on her nether lips, and she released her pain as a sob as he squeezed even harder. "Thank you," she rasped out when at last she could speak again.

"No, about that last one," he said. "You didn't answer my question."

Her head still rested against his chest as she answered, "I did that one before any of the rest. I was already horny from the run and the cock sucking." Her voice lowered and she took a deep breath. "And I masturbated first, almost to orgasm. I thought about you fucking me just before I put it on." She looked up at him when she said, "I almost came, but I held back-for you."

"I bet," he muttered. "Slut."

It was at that moment that some other bastard decided to interrupt them. The door to the showers banged and then Jack heard sandals slapping the wet floor on the way to the same shower recently vacated by the other student. Jack could feel Cat's heart fluttering in her chest and wondered if she could feel his own.

"Do you want my cock inside you?" he asked her, ever so softly.

"I want to please you."

He nodded his understanding. "That would be my pleasure." And he removed his sodden boxer shorts at last, kicked them into the corner. Of course he was already quite long and hard.

Cat needed no prodding to go to her knees, no instruction for her to begin her magic on his member. And indeed, magic it was. She looked up at him innocently all the while, as if completely unaware of what she was doing to him. He let her go on for a few moments before doing anything. Then he said, "Frig yourself," and added, "Do not cum-until I do."

She nodded, hesitant but unwilling to question anything he said.

At first he had been able to simply enjoy everything she did to his meat, but soon he found himself having to consciously guard himself against climaxing. He kept himself completely under control, but it was at no small cost on his part. Soon his efforts were beginning to tell on him, sweat beading on his brow, muscles clenching and releasing, the occasional long, careful breath. And, by the look on Cat's face, she was undergoing the same torture.

He knew that her masturbation could be only partly pleasurable because of the pain it caused, and that, at least for now, she would not be able to play with her clit, thus making it difficult for her to profit much at all by it. But he also knew that the simple act of pleasuring him was giving her as much pleasure, if not more, than masturbating alone could ever have done, and it was not long before she too was having difficulty keeping her breathing quiet. They joined one another in the exquisite torment of delayed gratification.

He leaned to one side to catch a better glance of what she was doing to herself and realized that she was now tugging at the jaws attached to her button. It was time.

She had somehow managed to keep her eyes focused on him the entire time and he returned her gaze as he caressed her hair and said, "Take off the clip."

Cat's face was a picture of shock.

A picture of shock, and of submission.

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