Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 634: Lila’s Challenge

Eleanor swallowed hard, her fingers finally releasing my jaw, her hand falling to her lap. "So..." she said, her voice soft, thoughtful, her eyes locked onto mine."Kevin sent you... to fuck his wife?" Her tone was disbelieving, but there was a hint of fascination beneath it, a spark of excitement at the taboo nature of the arrangement.

"That’s..." She paused, her lips curling into a slow, wicked smile. "That’s fucking hot..." Her voice was low, husky, her eyes darkening with lust.

The tension in the room was electric, the air thick with unspoken desires and filthy possibilities. Eleanor leaned in closer, her tits pressing against my arm, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"So... Dexter..." she murmured, her lips brushing against my ear, her breath hot, intoxicating. "Does Marina know... that her husband sent you to fuck her?" Her fingers traced my jaw again, her touch possessive, teasing. "Or is she still under the illusion that she’s in control?"

Eleanor’s fingers lingered on my jaw, her touch suddenly softer, her eyes dark with a mix of shock and fascination.

The photo of my cock pressed against Marina’s pussy still glowed on her phone, but her attention was now fully on me, her mind racing with the implications of my words. The air in the room was thick with tension, the scent of her perfume mingling with the musky aroma of arousal—hers, mine, the memory of Marina’s.

I smirked, my voice low, mysterious, my eyes locked onto hers. "Ma’am..." I said, my tone respectful but knowing, my cock still throbbing against her ass, hard and aching with need.

"Some secrets are better left unspoken..." The weight of my words hung in the air, the unspoken truth lingering between us like a fucking promise.

Eleanor bit her lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh, her eyes flickering with thought.

For a moment, she was silent, her gaze distant, as if she were replaying the conversation in her mind, piecing it all together. Then, her expression shifted, her lips curling into a slow, wicked smile.

"I didn’t expect Kevin to be a cuckold..." she murmured, her voice soft, thoughtful, but laced with amusement.

"So that explains why he hired you..." She paused, her eyes gleaming with realization, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Marina is lucky to have Kevin as her husband..." Her fingers traced my jaw again, her touch possessive, teasing. "He thinks of her... provides for her... even in ways she doesn’t realize..." Her voice was tinged with envy, a hint of longing beneath the amusement.

Then, her expression darkened slightly, her voice softening, tinged with bitterness. "We are so unlucky..." she said, her tone resigned, her eyes flickering away for a moment.

"Raised like canaries..." Her voice was low, almost sad, but there was a fire beneath it, a defiance that burned bright.

"Caged... controlled... expected to sing on command..." She paused, her fingers tightening on my jaw, her voice rising slightly.

"But not Marina..." Her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes locking onto mine. "She gets to fly..." Her voice was tinged with admiration, jealousy, and desire.

Carter suddenly cleared her throat, her voice firm, commanding. "Ma’am..." she said, her posture rigid, her eyes flickering to the clock on the wall.

"We are getting late... It’s time to go back..." Her tone was respectful but unyielding, a reminder that duty called, even in the midst of secrets and desire.

Eleanor sighed, her fingers finally releasing my jaw, her hand falling to her lap. But before she pulled away, she leaned in closer, her lips hovering just inches from mine, her breath hot, intoxicating.

The scent of her—wine, perfume, arousal—filled my senses, her tits pressing against my arm, her nipples hard beneath the fabric of her dress. For a moment, I thought she might kiss me, her lips parted, her eyes dark with desire.

But instead, she moved closer to my ear, her lips brushing against my earlobe, her voice a whisper, low and commanding. "Don’t tell anyone about this..." she murmured, her breath hot against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

"We will talk later..." Her lips pressed against my earlobe, lingering for a moment, her tongue darting out to trace the shell of my ear, teasing me, tempting me. Then, she pulled back, her eyes locking onto mine, her voice low, knowing.

"And Dexter..." she said, her fingers tracing my jaw one last time, her touch possessive. "Next time... be honest..." Her smile was wicked, her eyes gleaming with promise. "I like a man who knows his place..." She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And yours... is under me..."

With that, she stood, her dress swishing as she adjusted it, her posture regal, commanding. Carter nodded to me, her expression unreadable, but her eyes held a hint of respect—or perhaps warning.

Then, Eleanor turned and walked toward the door, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her ass swaying with every step, a tease, a promise of what was to come.

I watched her go, my cock still throbbing in my pants, my mind racing with the implications of our conversation.

The drive back to the White House was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound as my mind raced with the memories of Eleanor’s words, her touch, her promises.

The clock on the dashboard glowed 10 PM as I pulled into the driveway, the White House looming before me, grand and imposing. The night was cool, the air crisp, but my skin still burned with the heat of Eleanor’s body, the scent of her perfume still clinging to my clothes.

As I stepped inside, the hallway was dimly lit, the silence heavy.

But then I noticed them—Lila and Beth, standing outside Marina’s room, their postures rigid, their eyes sharp and watchful. They noticed me immediately, their expressions shifting from focused to calculating in an instant.

Lila smiled, but it was a smile that didn’t reach her eyes—a predator’s smile, hungry, dangerous. "Dexter..." she said, her voice sweet but laced with mischief.

"As a team leader... why don’t you help Beth and me with some training?" Her tone was light and playful, but her eyes were dark with intent. I knew this wasn’t about training—it was about power, about testing me, about beating me.

I smiled back, my voice calm, amused. "Okay..." I said, my tone easy, unbothered.

"Let’s go to the training room..." The challenge in her eyes was obvious—she wanted to use this as an excuse to beat me up, to assert her dominance, to prove something to herself, to Beth, to me.

Lila’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She turned to Beth, her voice commanding. "Beth... leave it to me..." Then, to Beth: "Go call Cindy... ask her to take our place..." Beth nodded, turning and disappearing down the hall to find Cindy, leaving Lila and me alone for a moment.