Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I locked eyes with Jennifer, nodding once, sharp, a silent promise—or surrender—before turning away and stepping into the room.

The moment the door clicked shut behind me, Emily was on me, her body pressing against mine, her lips crashing into mine with a ferocity that stole my breath. Her teeth sank into my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, her tongue sweeping in to claim me, her hands clawing at my shirt, tearing at the fabric like she couldn’t stand the barrier between us.

”Tonight, I won’t let you go,” she growled against my mouth, her voice husky, desperate, her breath hot and ragged. A thrill shot through me, my cock hardening instantly as her tits pressed against my chest, soft and heavy, her nipples already hard through the thin fabric of her top.

Fuck. She was on fire, burning for me, and I could feel the heat of her lust searing through my clothes, melting every last shred of my control.

I kissed her back just as hard, my tongue plunging into her mouth, tangling with hers, saliva dripping between us, connecting our lips in a filthy, obscene thread.

She moaned into me, her body arching, her hips grinding against mine, her heat pressing against my cock, making it throb painfully. Fuck. She wanted this. Wanted me. And I was going to give her everything—and then some.

I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, my lips swollen, my voice rough with lust. ”Emily,” I growled, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her flush against me, ”I have a surprise for you.”

Her eyes darkened, curiosity flaring in her gaze, mixed with the hunger that never left. ”Oh yeah?” she panted, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, ”What kind of surprise?”

I carefully lifted Emily and laid her down on the soft bed, making sure she was comfortable before stepping away.

My eyes shifted toward the large wardrobe standing against the far wall of the room. With a few taps on my device, I accessed the Supermarket Store system, browsing through the available items until I found what I was looking for.

I selected a sleek black blindfold and a pair of sturdy handcuffs, finalizing the purchase with a quick confirmation. I placed them inside the wardrobe.

I reached in, pulling out the blindfold and handcuffs, their cool metal and smooth fabric contrasting in my hands. Turning back toward the bed, I held them up, letting Emily see what I had chosen. The dim light in the room cast subtle shadows, adding an air of anticipation to the moment.

The black leather gleamed under the dim light, sinister, promising. ”Something to make tonight even more special,” I murmured, my voice low, dark, my fingers trailing over the soft material before holding them up for her to see.

Emily’s breath hitched, her eyes widening before darkening with lust. ”You want to tie me up?” she whispered, her voice thick with excitement, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

”I want you to feel every inch of me,” I growled, stepping closer, my lips brushing her ear, ”with nothing to distract you. No sight, no sound—just you and me and the way I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll feel me in your womb for days.”

A shudder ran through her, her body trembling against mine, her nipples hardening even more. ”Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper, ”I want that.”

I didn’t waste a second. I pushed her gently onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress, her legs spreading just enough to tease me. Fuck. She was perfection. Mine.

Kneeling over her, I fastened the blindfold around her eyes, tying it snug so no light could seep through. ”Can you see anything?” I asked, my voice a low rumble, my fingers trailing down her cheek, over her throat, between her tits.

She shuddered, shaking her head. ”No,” she whispered, her breath coming faster, ”it’s all black.”

”Good,” I growled, leaning down to bite her nipple through her top, making her gasp. ”Now give me your hands.”

She obeyed without hesitation, trusting, eager, her wrists pressing together as I fastened the handcuffs around them, securing them to the headboard. Fuck. She was mine—completely, utterly—bound, blind, at my mercy.

I stripped her slowly, peeling away her clothes until she was bare beneath me, her skin flushed, her pussy already glistening with need. Leaning down, I licked a path from her navel to her throat, tasting the salt of her skin, the heat of her desire.

”You’re mine,” I growled against her ear, my cock pressing against her thigh, ”and tonight, I’m going to fill you so full of my cum you’ll still feel it dripping out of you tomorrow.”

She whimpered, arching against me, her body begging for more. ”Please,” she breathed, ”I need you inside me.”

I traced the tip of my tongue along her skin, starting with her lips, teasing her until she let out a soft, breathy moan. ”Oh god... don’t stop,” she whispered, her fingers clutching the sheets. My mouth trailed downward, lingering on the delicate curve of her neck, where her pulse raced against my lips. As I moved lower, she tensed slightly, her breath hitching.

”Wait—” she gasped, suddenly self-conscious as my tongue flicked against the soft, dark hair of her armpit. ”I... I haven’t shaved there, and I’m... I’m worried it smells.” Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to pull away, her voice trembling with embarrassment. ”I’m sorry, I didn’t think—”

I didn’t let her finish. Instead, I pressed my lips to her skin, inhaling deeply. ”You taste amazing,” I murmured against her, my voice low and reassuring. ”I love how real you are.” She let out a shaky breath, her resistance melting as I continued, my tongue exploring the sensitive area. ”Oh god,” she whimpered, her embarrassment giving way to desire. ”That feels... that feels so good.”

Her body arched as I teased her, her moans growing louder, more desperate. ”I can’t believe I was worried,” she panted, her voice thick with arousal. ”I just... I didn’t want you to think—”

”Shh,” I whispered, cutting her off with another slow lick. ”I love every part of you.” By the time I reached the warmth between her thighs, she was already dripping, her hips lifting instinctively toward my mouth. ”Please,” she begged, her voice raw with need, ”I can’t take it anymore.”