Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I flinched, my mind racing as I fumbled for an excuse. ”It’s—it’s nothing, Ma’am...” I stammered, my voice cracking under the weight of her gaze. ”It must be... some insect that bit me...”

Madeline’s eyes flashed, her grip tightening on my balls, the pain radiating through me. ”Really...?” she hissed, her voice dripping with skepticism.

She leaned in, her breath hot against my face, her other hand sliding up to grip my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze.

”Then why...” she snarled, her fingers tracing the mark again, her touch deliberate, cruel. ”Does it look like an insect bite?”

Her thumb pressed into the bruise, the pain sharp, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my lips. ”Ma’am... I—I don’t know...” I lied, my voice weak, my body trembling under her scrutiny.

Madeline’s lips curled into a snarl, her eyes darkening with a fury that made my stomach clench. ”You lie to me?” she growled, her grip on my balls tightening until I whimpered, my vision swimming.

”You think I’m stupid?” She released me suddenly, her hand snapping up to grab my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she yanked my head back, forcing me to look at her.

”Who. Bit. You?” she repeated, her voice a whip crack, her breath coming fast, her chest heaving.

Madeline’s tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, as she traced the hickey Marina had left on my inner thigh.

The warm, wet heat of her mouth against the bruised skin sent a shiver down my spine, but it was nothing compared to the fear coiling in my gut. Her fingers tightened around my balls, her grip possessive, punishing, as she pulled me closer, her breath hot against my skin.

”Why aren’t you telling me...?” she whispered, her voice a dark purr, her lips brushing against the mark as she licked it again, her tongue swirling over the imprint of Marina’s teeth.

The sensation was maddening—pleasure and pain intertwined, her ownership of me clashing with the memory of Marina’s claim.

I swallowed hard, my cock twitching despite the danger in her eyes. ”Ma’am... I—”

”Do you think...” she hissed, her grip tightening on my balls, the pain sharp and grounding, ”...if you don’t tell me... I won’t find out?” Her eyes burned into mine, her voice dripping with venom.

”It was Marina, wasn’t it...?” She let out a low, bitter laugh, her fingers digging into my skin. ”That bitch must have seduced you...”

Her voice was a growl, her body trembling with rage. ”Hmph...” she snarled, her breath coming fast, her chest heaving.

”I am angry, Dexter...” The anger in her voice was palpable, but beneath it, there was something darker—hurt, betrayal, possession.

She stood up abruptly, her body pressing against mine, her face so close I could feel her breath against my lips. Her hands slid up my chest, her nails scraping against my skin as she grabbed my shoulders, her grip bruising.

Then, with a sudden, fluid motion, she rubbed herself against my cock, her pussy hot and wet through the thin fabric of her panties, the friction making me groan despite myself.

”I will deal with Marina...” she hissed, her voice a promise, her eyes dark with fury. ”Later...” Her hips rolled against me, her clit grinding against my cock, the sensation overwhelming.

”But right now...” Her hand slid between us, her fingers wrapping around my cock, her grip tight as she stroked me once, twice, her thumb swiping over the tip. ”You’re mine...” she growled, her voice a dark command. ”And I’m going to remind you of that...”

Before I could react, she turned around, her ass pressing against my cock, her hands bracing against the bed as she bent over, her back arching in a perfect, inviting curve.

”Fuck me...” she ordered, her voice a snarl, but then she reached back, her fingers parting her asscheeks, her hole tight and glistening with lube she must have prepared earlier.

I didn’t have time to process—she guided my cock to her asshole, the head pressing against the tight ring of muscle. ”You want to fuck me?” she taunted, her voice a dark purr.

”Then earn it...” And with that, she slammed her hips back, forcing my cock inside her ass in one smooth, brutal motion.

The tightness was unreal—suffocating, burning, her muscles clenching around me like a vice. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, my fingers digging into her skin as I tried to adjust to the intense sensation. But Madeline wasn’t done.

”Mmm...” she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain, her asshole squeezing my cock tighter, milking me as she started to move.

But her movements weren’t gentle—they were punishing, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, her asshole clenching around me so tightly I could barely move.

”You like that?” she hissed, her voice a growl, her head turning to glare at me over her shoulder.

”You like being inside me... while I own you...?” Her asshole pulsed around my cock, the tightness maddening, her control absolute. ”You belong to me, Dexter...” she snarled, her hips grinding back against me, her asshole swallowing my cock inch by inch. ”Not her...”

I couldn’t speak—couldn’t think—as she fucked me, her asshole so tight it was almost painful, her body moving in a rhythm that was designed to punish. She clenched harder, her muscles locking around me, refusing to let me move, her control absolute.

”Fuck...” I groaned, my voice breaking, my hands tightening on her hips as I tried to thrust, but she wouldn’t let me. She held me still, her asshole squeezing my cock so tightly I could feel every pulse, every twitch of her muscles.

”You want to move?” she taunted, her voice a dark chuckle. ”Then beg for it...” Her hips rolled again, her asshole massaging my cock in a torturous, slow grind.

”Beg me to let you fuck me...” Her voice was a growl, her body trembling with rage and need. ”Beg me to remind you who you belong to...”

I whimpered, my cock throbbing, my mind a haze of need and submission. ”Ma’am...” I gasped, my voice desperate. ”Please... let me—”

”Not good enough...” she hissed, her asshole clenching even tighter, the pressure almost unbearable. ”Try again...”

I groaned, my body trembling, my cock aching as she held me captive inside her. ”Please, Ma’am...” I begged, my voice breaking. ”I need to—”

”That’s better...” she purred, her voice a dark triumph, and finally, she loosened her grip just enough to let me thrust. But the relief was short-lived—she slammed her hips back against me, her asshole swallowing my cock deep, her body taking control again.