Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I stepped out of the servant’s room, the sound echoing through the grand hallway. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and lemon polish, the subtle hum of the estate’s central air conditioning filling the silence. I

adjusted the cuffs of my blazer one last time, the crisp fabric rustling as my fingers brushed against the sleek black material. My reflection in the gilded mirror on the wall caught my eye—sharp, professional, untouchable. The perfect bodyguard.

A group of maids and cleaners was clustered near a massive vase, their uniforms starched, their movements efficient.

One of them, a young woman with dark braided hair, glanced up as I passed. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she quickly looked back down at the dust cloth in her hands.

The older maid beside her noticed the exchange and elbowed her subtly, her voice a hushed whisper. ”Eyes on your work, Tina.”

The younger maid nodded quickly, her hands trembling slightly as she resumed polishing the antique table. The others followed suit, their conversations dying into silence, their movements becoming stiffer, more deliberate.

But none of them dared to question me. None of them dared to stare. They simply continued their work, their heads bowed, their eyes averted—as if I were invisible, or perhaps, as if they knew the consequences of acknowledging me.

I smirked internally. Good. They know their place.

The living area was bathed in golden sunlight, the floor-to-ceiling windows framing the manicured gardens outside.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with Marina’s signature perfume—a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla, with a hint of something darker, more intoxicating. The leather couches creaked softly as I stepped further into the room, my gaze locking onto the two figures standing near the fireplace.

Marina was breathtaking. The pencil black dress she wore clung to her like a second skin, the fabric shimmering under the chandelier’s light, hugging every curve of her body as if it were painted on.

The neckline was modest but daring, the fabric dipping just enough to tease at the swell of her breasts. Her red lipstick was bold, unapologetic—a perfect contrast to her porcelain skin, her dark hair swept up in an elegant chignon, a few loose strands framing her face. She looked like a queen—untouchable, commanding, irresistible.

Kevin stood beside her, his posture rigid, his hands clasped behind his back. His expression was unreadable, but I knew the truth—he was mine.

My slave. My puppet. And he knew it too. The tension between us was palpable, a silent understanding that no one else in the room could sense.

I cleared my throat, my voice firm and respectful as I addressed him. ”Sir...”

Marina turned toward me, her eyes lighting up as she took in my transformation. A small, satisfied smile played on her lips, but she kept her composure, her voice cool and authoritative.

”Kevin, you hired Dexter...” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument, her fingers tapping lightly against her thigh. ”So let him be my bodyguard...”

Kevin paused for a moment, his eyes flickering with something—amusement? Resignation?—before he nodded, his voice smooth as he played along.

”Dexter...” he began, his tone measured, his words carefully chosen. He glanced at Marina, his expression unreadable, before continuing.

”Even though I hired you for a different purpose...” His voice carried a hint of double meaning, a subtle reminder of the game we were playing.

”But seeing you have a military background...” He paused, as if considering his next words, his gaze shifting to me. ”Even in secret service... I think you are more than capable of being her bodyguard...”

I chuckled internally. This slave is really making stories... I glanced at Marina, her eyes wide with surprise, her lips parted slightly as she processed Kevin’s elaborate lie.

The shock on her face was priceless—she hadn’t expected Kevin to improvise so smoothly, so convincingly.

For a moment, she forgot to breathe, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to reconcile the man she thought she knew—her loyal assistant—with the man who was spinning such elaborate deceptions on the spot.

But I wasn’t done playing the game yet.

I straightened my posture, my voice serious as I responded, my eyes flickering between Kevin and Marina. ”Yes, Sir...” I began, my tone respectful but firm.

”But if I may...” I paused, letting the weight of my words settle in the air. ”For safety purposes, I alone may not be sufficient...” I let the words hang, my gaze shifting to Marina, who was watching me with growing intrigue, her fingers tapping against her thigh in thoughtful rhythm.

”As you know, Sir...” I continued, my voice dropping slightly, as if I were sharing a confidential concern. ”It would be inconvenient—unprofessional, even—to have a male bodyguard following Ma’am to all places...”

I paused again, my eyes locking onto Kevin’s, a silent challenge passing between us. ”Certain situations—events, meetings—may require a more... discreet presence...”

Kevin’s eyebrows raised slightly, his gaze sharpening as he caught my meaning. He knew I was pushing the game further, testing the boundaries of our roles, weaving a web of deception that was growing more complex by the second.

But he didn’t break character. Instead, he leaned into it, his voice curious, his posture relaxing slightly as he played along. ”So do you have any recommendations...?”

I nodded, my expression earnest, my voice confident. ”Yes, Sir...” I said, my tone assured. ”There are three women... I encountered during my time in the FBI...” I paused, my eyes flickering to Marina, who was watching me with rapt attention, her head tilted slightly as if she were trying to decipher the truth behind my words.

”They were exceptionally skilled, discreet, loyal...” I continued, my voice smooth, as if I were reciting a routine report.

”Beth, Cindy, and Lila...” I added, my tone casual, as if the names were familiar to me. ”That’s the alias they used... but I am not certain that’s their real names...” I shrugged slightly, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ”Sir can verify their identities and retrieve the necessary information...”

Kevin nodded thoughtfully, his fingers stroking his chin as he considered my proposal. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the distant clink of china from the kitchen, where the staff was preparing breakfast. Then, he turned to me, his eyes locking onto mine, his voice firm and decisive.

”Ok...” he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. ”Then I will send for them...” He paused, his gaze shifting between Marina and me.

”You will form a team... and be their leader...” His voice hardened slightly, the weight of his words clear, his role as the authority figure reasserting itself. ”And Marina’s safety...” He paused again, his eyes boring into mine, a silent warning in his gaze. ”...is in your hands...”

I stood a little taller, my shoulders squaring as I accepted the responsibility. The game was evolving, the stakes rising, and I loved every second of it.

”Don’t worry, Sir...” I said, my voice steady, my tone unwavering. ”I won’t disappoint you...” And I meant it—not just as Dexter, the bodyguard, but as Dexter, the man who held the strings to both of their fates.