Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 614: Marina’s Toilet Training

Marina’s fingers traced a slow, possessive path down my chest, her nails scraping lightly against my skin, leaving faint red marks in their wake.

”Those bitches would be so fucking jealous if they knew about you...” she murmured, her voice a low, satisfied purr, her fingers tightening around my wrist as if to brand me as hers.

”You’re so good...” she continued, her eyes darkening with a mix of pride and lust, her thumb circling the pulse point at my wrist.

”I didn’t expect Kevin to find someone like you...” A slow, wicked smile curled her lips, her teeth grazing her lower lip.

”From now on... You are mine. Exclusive.” Her voice dropped to a commanding growl, her grip tightening as if to reinforce her words. ”You will only serve me... You understand, right?”

I nodded seriously, my expression submissive, my voice steady, though my cock twitched at the thought of her believing she owned me. ”Yes, Ma’am...”

But Marina’s tone left no room for negotiation. It wasn’t a request—it was an order, a decree. She didn’t give me a choice, and she knew it. The power in her voice was absolute, the kind that demanded obedience, the kind that made men kneel. And yet... if only she knew.

If only she knew that she wasn’t the one in control.

If only she knew that I wasn’t her slave—she was mine.

The irony was delicious, the role play intoxicating. I hadn’t expected it to be this much fun—to own her like this, to have her believe she was the one pulling the strings.

The thrill of it sent a jolt of arousal through me, my cock throbbing as I imagined all the ways I’d break her, train her, make her mine in ways she couldn’t even fathom.

Marina’s smile turned mischievous, her eyes gleaming with a filthy satisfaction. ”Brittany... that bitch...” she said, her voice dripping with contempt, her fingers tracing idle circles on my chest, her nails occasionally pinching my skin just hard enough to make me hiss.

”She’ll be jealous to death if she knew...” A low, mocking laugh escaped her lips, her breath hot against my collarbone.

”I bet she’s still fucking her dildo, pretending it’s real... but I got a real cock...” She leaned in, her breath scalding against my ear, her voice a whisper. ”And it’s all mine...”

The possessiveness in her voice was palpable, but it only made my grin wider. If only she knew how deep the rabbit hole went.

With a contented sigh, Marina shifted, her body pressing against mine as she hugged me tightly, her skin warm, her breath steady. ”I’m so tired...” she murmured, her voice soft, almost vulnerable for the first time.

The contrast between her dominant persona and this softer side was intoxicating. ”Let’s sleep together...”

With that, she pushed me back onto the bed, her body settling on top of mine, her weight comforting, her breath slowing as exhaustion took over.

Within moments, she was asleep, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her fingers still clutching at my skin as if she were afraid I’d disappear.

I let myself relax, the warmth of her body lulling me into a peaceful sleep, my cock still half-hard against her thigh.

When I woke, the room was bathed in the soft, golden light of early morning. Marina was still lying on top of me, her body warm, her breath steady against my chest.

For a moment, I simply enjoyed the feeling of her—her weight, her scent, the way her hair tickled my skin, the way her pussy was still dripping slightly onto my thigh.

Then, I remembered my role.

”Good morning, Ma’am...” I murmured, my voice playful, my hands stroking her back, my fingers tracing the curve of her spine.

Marina stirred, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her lips as she pressed my morning wood against her pussy, the heat of her skin teasing me, but not letting me in.

”Mmm— So energetic in the morning...” she purred, her voice thick with amusement, her hips rolling slightly, the friction making my cock throb painfully. ”Naughty boy...”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against my earlobe, her breath hot and damp against my skin. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, my cock pulsing with need.

Marina chuckled, the sound low and knowing, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. ”Keep that energy...” she whispered, her voice a promise, her nails scratching lightly at my stubble. ”We’ll need it today...”

With that, she pushed herself up, her body moving with a deliberate, seductive sway as she stood from the bed. Her ass swayed with every step, her hips rolling like a feline in heat, her naked form bathed in the morning light.

She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes dark with mischief, and motioned for me to follow with a single, beckoning finger.

I didn’t hesitate.

I followed her inside the bathroom. Marina stood in front of the toilet, her legs spread slightly, her hand resting on the sink as she looked at me with a challenge in her eyes.

”Come here, slave...” she ordered, her voice sharp, her other hand beckoning me forward.

I stepped closer, my cock hard and aching, already dripping with pre-cum. Marina’s gaze dropped to it, her lips parting slightly as she licked them.

”Kneel,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands resting on her thighs, my breath hot against her pussy. She was already wet, her arousal glistening on her inner thighs, the scent of her musky and intoxicating.

Marina spread her legs wider, her fingers tangling in my hair as she guided me forward. ”Put your cock under me...” she ordered, her voice thick with filthy anticipation. ”I want to pee on it...”

My cock twitched at the words, the taboo nature of it sending a jolt of arousal through me.

I positioned myself beneath her, my cock resting against the cool porcelain of the toilet seat, the tip pointing up toward her.

Marina lowered herself, her pussy hovering just above my cock, her juices already dripping onto my cock.

The first hot stream hit me with a sizzle, the sound obscene as it splashed against my skin.

”Ahhh—” she moaned, her voice breathy, her body trembling as she released herself onto me. The sound of her pee hitting my cock was loud—SSSSHHHHH—SPLASH—SPLASH—the heat of it scalding against my sensitive skin, the pressure of her stream pushing my cock down slightly before it bounced back up.

”Fuck—” I groaned, my hips bucking slightly, my cock throbbing as the warm liquid coated me, the sound of it echoing in the tiled bathroom.