Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Kevin gave a curt nod, his expression unreadable, but his voice firm. ”Good...” he said, the word carrying the weight of finality, as if he were sealing the deal between us.

There was a hint of satisfaction in his tone, a subtle acknowledgment that the game was proceeding as planned—or perhaps, as he had hoped.

Marina’s lips curved into a smug smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she turned to Kevin.

The power dynamic between them was palpable—she was testing him, pushing him, and he was playing along, knowing his place in this elaborate charade.

”Today Brittany invited me to her gathering...” she announced, her voice light, almost playful, as if she were sharing a secret. ”I’m off...”

Then, without waiting for a response, she turned to me, her tone sharpening with impatient authority. ”Kevin, what are you waiting for? Let’s go...” Her fingers tapped against her thigh, her heels shifting slightly as if she were already mentally stepping out of the room.

Kevin held up a hand, his voice calm but commanding. ”Wait...” he said, his eyes flickering to me for a brief moment before he turned to a nearby intercom. With a press of a button, he barked an order to his secretary.

”Get Dexter a gun and an ID card... Make it official...” His voice was clipped, efficient—the tone of a man used to getting things done quickly.

I watched as Kevin’s words sparked immediate action. Within minutes, a harried secretary rushed into the room, clutching a leather folder and a holstered pistol.

The ID card was sleek, professional—my face staring back at me with the title ”Marina’s Personal Bodyguard” emblazoned beneath my name. The gun was heavy in my hand, the cold metal a reminder of the role I was now officially playing.

Marina let out a sharp breath, her impatience evident as she glanced at her watch. ”Let’s go...” she repeated, her voice leaving no room for delay.

I followed her out, my eyes locked on the sway of her hips in that tight black pencil skirt. The fabric clung to her curves, hugging every inch of her ass as she walked ahead of me.

The urge to reach out, to grab her, to slap that perfect round flesh until it turned pink was overwhelming. My fingers twitched at my sides, my cock throbbing as I imagined the sound of my hand connecting with her skin, the gasps she would let out, the way she would look back at me with shock and lust in her eyes.

But I held back.

I was Dexter, the professional. The bodyguard. The man who followed orders—for now.

The black car was already waiting for us at the front of the estate, its windows tinted, its engine purring softly.

A female driver, Daisy, stood beside it, her posture rigid, her expression serious.

She was in her thirties, her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, her uniform crisp and impeccable. Her eyes flickered over me briefly, assessing, before she nodded once—approval or acknowledgment, I couldn’t tell.

Daisy opened the rear door for Marina, who slid inside with effortless grace, her skirt riding up just enough to tease me with a glimpse of her thighs. I followed, taking my place beside her in the backseat, the leather creaking softly beneath me.

Marina leaned forward slightly, her voice clear and commanding. ”Daisy, meet Dexter...” she said, her hand gesturing toward me. ”He is my personal bodyguard... from now on...” There was a hint of possessiveness in her tone, a warning to Daisy—and to me—that I was hers.

I nodded to Daisy, who returned the gesture with a curt inclination of her head. There was no smile, no warmth—just professional acknowledgment. She was all business, and I respected that.

Marina settled back into her seat, her voice firm as she gave the order. ”Go to Brittany’s private villa...”

Daisy nodded once more, her hands gripping the wheel as she started the car, the engine roaring to life. The vehicle pulled away from the estate, the gates opening smoothly as we passed through.

The journey was silent—tense, even. Marina didn’t make a move against me, didn’t touch me, didn’t tease me. She sat rigidly, her gaze fixed out the window, her mind clearly elsewhere.

The only sound was the hum of the engine, the occasional click of Daisy shifting gears, and the soft rustle of Marina’s skirt as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.

After about thirty minutes, we reached our destination—a huge villa that looked more like a small fortress.

The walls were high, imposing, the gates manned by armed security guards who eyed our car with suspicion before waving us through.

The driveway was long, winding, lined with perfectly manicured hedges and towering trees. The villa itself was a masterpiece of modern architecture, all glass and steel, gleaming under the afternoon sun.

Daisy parked the car at the front and exited to open Marina’s door. I followed quickly, stepping out and scanning the surroundings—habit, even if I knew this was supposed to be a safe place.

Marina stepped out, her heels clicking against the paved driveway, her posture regal. She walked ahead, and I fell into step behind her, my eyes sharp, my hand resting lightly on the gun at my hip—just in case.

As soon as we walked in, Marina relaxed, her shoulders dropping slightly as she turned to me, her expression softening. ”I didn’t expect you to be ex-military...” she said, her voice laced with amusement, her eyes sparkling with mischief. There was a hint of pride in her tone, as if she were pleased with the way things were unfolding.

I kept my expression neutral, my voice respectful. ”Ma’am...” I said, my tone steady, though my mind was racing. She was testing me. Pushing me. Seeing how far she could take this game.

Marina smiled, her lips curling into a knowing grin. ”Don’t worry...” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, her fingers brushing against my arm briefly.

”This is a safe place...” Her eyes flickered around the grand foyer, her tone confident.

”It has no surveillance... and all the things that happen here... stay here...” There was a promise in her words, a guarantee that whatever secrets we shared within these walls would never see the light of day.