Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I smirked, my voice low, mysterious. ”It’s a secret...” I said, my eyes gleaming with amusement. The tension between us was palpable, the air thick with unspoken challenges, unanswered questions.

Lila scoffed, her voice sharp. ”Ok...” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. ”You will know when the time is right...” I paused, my eyes flickering to the exit. ”I am going out—you guys should be vigilant...” I turned to leave, but Lila’s voice stopped me.

”And where are you going? She demanded, her eyes narrowed, her posture rigid.

I glanced back at her, my voice cool, unbothered. ”That’s none of your concern, Lila...” I said, my tone final. With that, I walked away, taking a car for myself, my mind already racing ahead to the meeting with Eleanor.

The drive to the location was quick, the streets empty at this hour, the city bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.

The address led me to a five-star restaurant, its exterior elegant, exclusive, the kind of place where power and money mingled like old friends. The valet took my car, his eyes flickering over me with curiosity, but I didn’t give a fuck. My mind was focused on one thing—Eleanor.

A female attendant approached me as I stepped out of the car, her smile polite, her voice smooth. ”Sir... this way...” she said, her gesture elegant, her eyes knowing. ”Ma’am has been waiting for you...”

I followed her, my eyes scanning the surroundings—chandeliers sparkling overhead, marble floors gleaming under the soft light, hushed conversations filling the air like a fucking symphony.

The scent of expensive perfume and fine cuisine was thick in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of wine and arousal. We reached a private room, secluded, intimate, the door heavy and ornate. The attendant knocked once, then pushed it open, gesturing for me to enter.

The door closed behind me with a soft click, and there she was—Eleanor.

She was seated at a small table, her silver dress shimmering under the soft light like liquid metal, her short white hair perfectly styled, her blue eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker—hunger, desire, power.

Her bodyguard, Carter, stood nearby, her posture rigid, her eyes unreadable, her hands clasped behind her back. There were no other people in the room—just Eleanor, Carter, and me.

The air was thick with tension, the scent of perfume and arousal filling my nose, my cock twitching in my pants at the sight of her, at the promise of what was to come. Eleanor smiled as she saw me, her voice smooth, inviting, commanding.

”Dexter... you are here...” she said, her tone light, playful, but her eyes dark with intention. ”Have a seat—don’t be nervous...” She gestured to the chair opposite her, her fingers long, elegant, commanding.

I nodded, sitting down in a respectful manner, my posture rigid, my eyes locked onto hers. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires, unanswered questions.

Eleanor leaned back in her chair, her silver dress riding up just enough to tease a glimpse of her white lace panties, the dark contrast of her black pubic hairs peeking through the fabric like a fucking secret she was daring me to uncover.

The scent of her perfume—rich, earthy, with a hint of something darker—filled the air, mingling with the aroma of the wine Carter had just poured for her. The tension in the room was palpable, thick with unspoken desires and power plays.

Then, with a deliberate slowness, she closed her legs, her dress settling back into place, her eyes never leaving mine. The tease was obvious—she wanted me to wonder, to crave, to beg for more.

I maintained my seriousness, my posture rigid, my voice low and respectful. ”Ma’am...” I began, my tone measured, careful. ”Is there anything I can do for you?”

Eleanor picked up her wine glass, her fingers long and elegant as they wrapped around the stem. Carter stepped forward, pouring the deep red liquid into the glass, her movements precise, silent. The sound of the wine swirling was the only noise in the room for a moment, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation.

Eleanor took a sip, her lips leaving a faint stain of crimson on the rim, her eyes locked onto mine over the glass. Then, she set it down, her voice smooth, calculating. ”I am a bit curious...” she said, her tone light but laced with steel.

”Why would Mr. Kevin hire a male bodyguard for his wife?” She paused, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass, her gaze sharpening.

”You should know... we are all top elite women...” Her voice dropped slightly, her eyes flickering with amusement and something darker. ”Even though our husbands don’t care much...”

She leaned forward slightly, her dress straining against her tits, her cleavage deepening. ”But they can’t let themselves be cuckolded by some other man...” Her lips curled into a smirk. ”So they won’t hire any male bodyguard for their wives, no matter what,” She trailed off, her eyes gleaming with mischief, waiting for my reaction.

I pretended to hesitate, my expression carefully neutral, my voice low and measured. ”I... I don’t know what Ma’am is talking about...” I said, my tone earnest, my eyes flickering away for a moment before returning to hers.

”I just received an order from Sir Kevin to protect Ma’am Marina...” I shrugged slightly, my posture respectful. ”That’s it...”

Eleanor studied me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, without warning, she stood, her chair scraping slightly against the floor. She walked closer, her heels clicking against the marble, her dress swishing with every step. The scent of her perfume grew stronger, intoxicating, as she circled behind me, her presence commanding, predatory.

Then, she stopped directly behind me, her breath hot against my neck. ”Dexter...” she murmured, her voice a low purr, her tone dripping with promise.

She slid one arm around my shoulder, her fingers light but possessive, her other hand resting on my other shoulder as she pressed her tits against my back.

The heat of her body seeped through my shirt, her nipples hard and aching against my skin. ”Don’t worry...” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear, her voice smooth as silk.

”Nobody will know... anything...” She paused, her tongue darting out to lick the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. ”Just tell me...” Her voice was a whisper, a command, her breath hot and intoxicating.

”I will give you a good reward...” Her fingers tightened slightly on my shoulder, her tits pressing harder against my back, the heat of her body burning through the fabric. ”I promise... you won’t be disappointed...”

Her voice was hypnotic, her touch electric, and for a moment, I allowed myself to imagine what that reward might be—the taste of her, the feel of her, the power of her submission. But I held my ground, my expression neutral, my voice steady.