Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 626: Brittany Wants Proof

Beth, her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, her uniform hugging her curves, looked shocked. "How could this be?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief, her eyes flickering between Marina and me, as if she were trying to reconcile the man before her with the role I had claimed.Marina, who had been watching the exchange with a detached expression, sighed and sat down on a nearby couch, her black dress riding up slightly as she crossed her legs.

"What... you guys don’t get along well?" she asked, her voice light but laced with amusement, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she watched our interaction.

Lila turned to Marina, her posture rigid, her voice respectful but firm. "Ma’am, is there some issue...? she asked, her eyes flickering back to me. "I know this person is a civilian—he—" She paused, her brow furrowing as she searched for the right words.

Marina waved a hand dismissively, her voice cool and unbothered. "I don’t know where you came from..." she said, her tone sharp but casual, as if the matter were trivial.

"You are only here because Dexter called you in..." She leaned back against the couch, her fingers tracing the armrest as she continued.

"If you don’t want it... then you can go back..." Her voice was final, her gaze unwavering. "There is no need..." She shrugged, her lips curling into a smirk. "I think Dexter is enough to protect me..."

Lila, Beth, and Cindy’s dilemma. They knew—if they walked out now, if they rejected this opportunity, there would be no going back.

The FBI would see it as a failure, a black mark on their records that would haunt them for the rest of their careers. Being offered a position to protect the First Lady—only to be dismissed—would be career suicide. The White House didn’t forgive or forget so easily.

Lila gritted her teeth, her posture rigid, her hands clenching at her sides. She knew the stakes. She knew the game. And she wasn’t about to lose. "No, Ma’am..." she said, her voice firm but respectful, her eyes flickering to Marina.

"That’s not what we meant..." She paused, her tone softening slightly, though her gaze remained steady.

"There must be some misunderstanding..." She gestured to Beth and Cindy, who nodded in agreement, their expressions serious. "We are all here to protect you, Ma’am..." Her voice was earnest, the hint of desperation beneath her words palpable.

Marina watched them for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, she turned to the maids who had been standing nearby, waiting for instructions. "Arrange rooms for them..." she said, her voice cool and commanding. The maids nodded and motioned for Lila, Beth, and Cindy to follow them.

I watched as the three women were led away, their postures tense, their eyes flickering back to me with a mix of resentment and curiosity. My room, which had a connected door to Marina’s, was in the middle—Marina’s room on the left, and Lila and the others’ room on the right side of mine.

As the maids disappeared with the three women, Marina turned and walked toward her room. I followed her gaze, my mind racing with the events of the day—the game of truth or dare, the tension with the new bodyguards, the unspoken promises of the night to come.

I stepped into my room, the door clicking shut behind me. But just as I began to relax, the door to Marina’s room burst open.

She stood there, still wearing her black pencil dress, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. Her hair was slightly disheveled, her lips still painted that bold red, her eyes dark with emotion.

Without a word, she stepped forward and hung on me, her arms wrapping around my neck, her body pressing against mine. "Hmm... Dexter..." she murmured, her voice soft but laced with sadness, her breath hot against my ear. "I am so sad..."

I wrapped my arms around her, my hands resting on the small of her back, my fingers brushing against the fabric of her dress. "What happened, Ma’am?" I asked, my voice gentle, my mind racing with possibilities. "Who bullied you?"

Marina pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting mine, her expression vulnerable for the first time. "Who... other than that bitch Brittany..." she said, her voice bitter, her fingers tightening around my neck. She paused, her gaze flickering away as if she were ashamed. "Do you know what happened...?"

I gently lifted her, carrying her to the bed, my arms cradling her as I sat her down. The mattress dipped slightly beneath her weight, her dress riding up to reveal her black lace panties. "What happened?" I asked, my voice soft, my eyes searching her face.

Marina bit her lip, her fingers tracing the fabric of my shirt. "Dexter..." she began, her voice hesitant. "I was jealous of Brittany..." She paused, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"So in order to retaliate against her... I told her about you and me..." Her eyes flickered to mine, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Then she asked me to take a photo of your cock... and send it to her..." She let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers clenching into fists.

"She couldn’t believe me when I said your cock is bigger than nine inches..." Her voice was tinged with indignation. "She said I was lying..."

Before I could respond, Marina quickly reached for my pants, her fingers fumbling with the button and zipper.

In one smooth motion, she pulled them down, revealing my underwear, my hard cock pressing against the fabric, straining for release. She pressed her palms against it, her touch firm and possessive.

"Dexter..." she murmured, her voice low and commanding. "I want to make her die of jealousy..." Her eyes locked onto mine, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

"Next, follow my instructions as my slave..." She paused, her fingers tightening around my cock through the fabric. "Do you understand?"

I understood—Marina had gotten back into her role, the game we had been playing all along. I nodded, my voice steady despite the fire burning through me. "Yes, Ma’am..." I said, my posture straightening slightly, though my cock throbbed painfully beneath her touch. "I will listen to you..."

Marina’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. With that, she pulled my underwear down, freeing my cock, which sprang forward, hard and aching. She let out a soft hmm, her fingers wrapping around the cock, stroking it slowly.

"Hmm..." she murmured, her voice thick with disappointment. "It’s not super hard now..." Her gaze flickered to my face, her lips curling into a teasing smirk.

Then, without warning, she spat on my cock, the warm saliva dripping down the cock, coating it in glistening wetness. She began to rub it with her hand, her fingers working me slowly, her touch firm and deliberate.

The sight of her—elegant, powerful Marina—kneeling before me, her dress ridden up, her panties peeking out, her hand stroking my cock—was almost too much to bear. My hips jerked forward instinctively, my breath hitching as pleasure coursed through me.