Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a dark, velvety murmur. ”And?” I taunted, my lips curling into a smirk. ”Would that have been so terrible?” My hand lifted, my knuckles brushing against her cheek, my touch light but possessive. ”You wanted it. You wanted me to fill you up, to mark you as mine.”

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her body betraying her as a shiver ran down her spine, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson. ”I—I didn’t—!” she stammered again, but her voice was weak, her eyes darting away from mine for just a second—just long enough to confirm what I already knew. She wanted this. She wanted me.

I let out a low, dark chuckle, my voice thick with false sympathy as I took a step closer, invading her space. ”Mother-in-law,” I murmured, my tone dripping with feigned frustration, ”do you have any idea how hard—how painful—it is for me to stop like that?” My fingers moved to my zipper, the sound of the metal teeth parting echoing in the tense silence of the room.

I pulled out my cock, already thick and swollen, the veins standing out against my skin, the tip glistening with unspent arousal. ”Look,” I said, my voice rough as I wrapped my fingers around the base, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke.

”It’s still swollen... still hard... hasn’t calmed down at all.” I met her wide-eyed gaze, my expression a mix of torment and dark amusement. ”So tell me, Mother-in-law... what am I supposed to do with this?”

Jennifer’s eyes locked onto my cock, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the sight of me—hard, aching, and completely unashamed. Her face burned with embarrassment, her fingers twitching at her sides as if she were fighting an internal battle.

”Y-You—!” she stammered, her voice trembling, her gaze flickering between my cock and my face. ”It’s all your fault—!” she hissed, her voice a frantic whisper, her cheeks flaming. ”And you left me like that! I—I couldn’t even—!” She cut herself off, her breath hitching as she forced the words out, her voice thick with humiliation. ”I couldn’t even cum!”

Her confession hung in the air between us, raw and vulnerable. I could see the frustration in her eyes, the way her body still trembled with unspent need, the way her thighs pressed together as if she could somehow ease the ache I’d left her with. ”You monster,” she whispered, her voice breaking, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. ”You left me there—like that—!”

I smirked, my grip tightening around my cock as I took another step closer, my voice dropping to a dark, taunting murmur. ”And whose fault is that, Mother-in-law?” I teased, my free hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her flushed face, my touch lingering on her cheek.

”You’re the one who threatened me. You’re the one who stopped this.” My thumb traced her lower lip, my touch possessive, my eyes locked onto hers as I felt her breath hitch, her body trembling with a mix of fury and something far more dangerous—desire.

Jennifer’s lips parted, her eyes flickering between my face and my cock, her voice a breathless whisper. ”I—I didn’t—” she started, but her words were cut short by the sudden, sharp sound of the door creaking open.

My body tensed instantly, my hand snapping away from her as I whipped around, my cock still exposed. Jennifer’s eyes widened in panic, her breath catching as she realized we were no longer alone.

I barely had time to react before I shoved my cock back into my pants, zipping up with frantic urgency. Jennifer, still flushed and trembling, quickly smoothed her dress, her fingers shaking as she tried to compose herself.

Oliver stood in the doorway, his eyes flicking between Jennifer and me with a curious, slightly amused expression. ”Oh,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm, ”did I interrupt something?”

Jennifer’s face burned even brighter, her voice a high-pitched stammer as she fumbled for words. ”N-No! Of course not!” she blurted out, her fingers twisting together nervously in front of her.

”We were just—uh—talking!” Her cheeks flushed deeper, her eyes darting between Oliver and me, her body tense with embarrassment.

Oliver raised an eyebrow as he took in Jennifer’s flushed face and my slightly disheveled appearance. ”Talking?” he repeated, his tone dripping with skepticism. ”It looked like more than talking to me.”

I kept my expression neutral, though my pulse was still racing from the near-miss. ”Just discussing some... family matters,” I said smoothly, my voice calm and unruffled. ”Nothing important.”

Oliver’s expression darkened as he turned his full attention to Jennifer. His voice was sharp, angry. ”Are you still trying to bully Mike here?” he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

”Jennifer, let me tell you—why don’t you just accept him as family? How long are you going to drag this out?” He stepped closer, his voice hardening. ”Quickly apologize to him. Now. Instantly. I know you’re up to no good.”

I hurried to intervene, my voice firm but respectful. ”No, Father-in-law, Mother-in-law didn’t....”

Oliver cut me off with a sharp gesture, his voice unwavering. ”Mike, you don’t have to protect her. I’ve seen it.”

Jennifer’s eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling as she tried to defend herself. ”You.”

Oliver didn’t let her finish. ”Stop crying and apologize to him,” he snapped, his tone brooking no argument. He turned away, shaking his head in frustration.

”Enough with the drama, Jennifer. Can’t you just be a good mother to Emily and this family?” His voice softened slightly, but the edge remained. ”Mike has done enough for this family. I will not tolerate your behavior any longer.”

With that, he walked inside, leaving Jennifer standing there, her tears spilling over, her body trembling with a mix of humiliation and frustration.

Jennifer stood there, her tears spilling over, her shoulders trembling as she tried to hold herself together. I watched her for a moment, the anger and frustration I’d felt earlier slowly giving way to something else—something unexpected.

Pity.

Because the truth was, she had reconciled with Emily. Her behavior toward me wasn’t cruel, not really. She called me a slave, she teased me, she pushed my buttons—but she didn’t treat me like one.

Not in the ways that mattered. She was tough, her words sharp, but beneath all that, there was something else—something fragile, something she tried so hard to hide.

Without thinking, I closed the distance between us and pulled her into my arms, my grip firm but gentle. Jennifer stiffened at first, her body tense with surprise, but then—slowly—she melted against me. Her hands clenched into fists against my chest, her breath hitching as she tried to hold back the sobs that wracked her body. But she couldn’t. Not this time.

She cried.

Not the angry, defiant tears of someone who refused to be broken—but the quiet, sulking sobs of someone who had been pushed too far, who was tired of fighting, who just needed something to hold onto.

I held her tighter, my hand stroking her hair, my voice low and rough. ”Shhh,” I murmured, my lips brushing against the top of her head. ”It’s okay.”

Jennifer didn’t pull away. She just buried her face against my chest, her body shaking as she let it all out—the frustration, the humiliation, the need she couldn’t admit. ”You—” she started, her voice muffled against my shirt, ”you bastard...” But there was no real venom in her words. Just exhaustion.