Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 637: Marina: Who Hurt My Slave?

Lila took the box, her hands shaking as she opened it, pulling out a sterile wipe. She pressed it against my neck, her touch gentle, almost tender. The contrast between her earlier rage and her current care was striking—intoxicating.

I let her work, my eyes locked onto hers, my voice low, teasing. ”You bit me, Lila...” I murmured, my lips curling into a smirk.

”That’s kinky...” My hand covered hers, pressing the wipe harder against my neck, the pain fading as my body healed. ”Next time, ask first...” My smile was wicked, my eyes dark with amusement—and something else. Lust. Desire.

Lila’s fingers trembled as she pressed the sterile wipe against my neck, her touch gentle despite her harsh words.

The tooth marks were clear—deep enough to draw blood. She applied a bandage over the wound, her movements precise, careful, as if she were trying to erase the evidence of her rage. The irony wasn’t lost on me—she had bitten me like a wild animal, and now she was tending to me like a nurse.

I smiled at her, my voice soft, amused. ”Don’t worry... it’s fine...” I said, my tone light, teasing. ”It doesn’t hurt...”

Lila’s face burned crimson, her eyes flashing with embarrassment and defiance. ”Who is worried about you, bastard?” she snapped, her voice sharp, but her fingers lingered on the bandage, betraying her concern.

She knew she’d crossed a line—biting me, tasting my blood, seeing the wound she’d inflicted. And now, she was stuck between rage and regret.

Beth, standing off to the side, helped put the first aid box away, her eyes flickering between Lila and me, her expression a mix of amusement and disbelief.

She didn’t say anything, but the smirk playing at the corners of her lips spoke volumes. She knew—just as I did—that Lila’s anger was a front for something deeper, darker, more intimate.

I looked at Lila, my voice low, challenging, my eyes dark with amusement and something else—lust, desire, the thrill of the chase. ”If you really feel sorry for me...” I said, my tone mocking, my lips curling into a smirk.

”Then you can come to my room...” My voice dropped to a whisper, my eyes locking onto hers. ”Anytime...” I paused, letting the words hang in the air, heavy with implication. ”The door’s always open...”

Lila’s breath hitched, her body tensing as if I’d struck her. Her eyes flickered with rage—but beneath it, there was something else. Arousal. Need. The unspoken desire to take me up on my offer, to cross that line again, but this time willingly.

”You... asshole...” she hissed, her voice trembling, but her fingers clenched into fists at her sides, betraying her conflict. She knew she wanted to. She knew I knew it too.

Beth cleared her throat, her voice soft, breaking the tension. ”We should go...” she said, her eyes flickering between us, her cheeks flushed. She knew the game we were playing—and she wasn’t about to get caught in the middle.

Lila nodded, her jaw clenching, her eyes still locked onto mine. She turned away, but not before shooting me one last glare, her voice a hiss. ”This isn’t over, Dexter...” Her tone was fierce, but her body still trembled, her pussy still throbbing from the memory of my touch, my tongue, my cock against her.

I watched them leave, my smile wicked, my cock still hard in my pants, my mind racing with the memory of Lila’s body against mine, her tits pressing into me, her pussy grinding against my face.

The training room was silent once more, the echoes of our struggle—the grunts, the moans, the slaps of skin against skin—lingering in the air like a ghost.

But duty called. I finished my dinner quickly; the food tasteless compared to the feast of sensations I’d experienced earlier. Then, I made my way to my room, my mind still racing with the possibilities of what might happen next—with Lila, with Eleanor, with Marina.

And speak of the devil—there she was.

Marina was waiting for me, lounging on my bed like a queen on her throne. Her black pencil dress was ridden up slightly, revealing her long, toned legs, her black lace panties peeking out from beneath the fabric. Her hair was slightly disheveled, her lips painted that bold red, her eyes dark with desire—and concern.

She sat up as I entered, her gaze immediately locking onto the bandage on my neck. ”Where did you go?” she demanded, her voice sharp, commanding.

”And what happened to your neck?” Her fingers pointed at the wound, her expression darkening. ”Who hurt you?”

I smiled, my voice calm, amused. ”It’s nothing, Ma’am...” I said, my tone respectful but light.

Then, I activated my Healing Factor, the wound closing instantly, the skin knitting back together as if it had never been torn. I pulled off the bandage, revealing the unblemished skin beneath. ”See?” I said, my smile wicked, my eyes gleaming with mischief.

Marina’s eyes narrowed, her voice skeptical. ”So why did you put the bandage then?” she asked, her tone accusatory, her fingers tapping against her thigh.

I shrugged, my voice easy, unbothered. ”I was just training with Lila and the others...” I said, my tone casual, my eyes flickering away for a moment. ”There were just minor scratches...” I paused, my smile deepening. ”Nothing to worry about...”

Marina studied me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement—and something darker. Possessiveness.

”So just fire her then...” she said, her voice low, commanding. ”She must have been jealous of you...” Her fingers traced the line of her dress, her touch slow, deliberate. ”That’s why she has been against you...”

I shrugged again, my voice firm. ”There’s no need, Ma’am...” I said, my tone respectful but unyielding. ”I will deal with her myself...”

Marina smiled, her eyes darkening with lust and amusement. Then, she stood, closing the distance between us in a few graceful steps.

I moved back instinctively, my voice hesitant. ”Ma’am... I am sweaty...” I said, my tone respectful, my eyes flickering with uncertainty. ”Let me take a shower first...”

Marina shook her head, her voice low, commanding. ”No need...” she murmured, her fingers tracing my chest, her touch light but possessive.

”I would like to see how my slave smells...” Her voice dropped to a whisper, her lips brushing against my ear, her breath hot and intoxicating.

”And don’t worry...” she paused, her tongue darting out to lick the shell of my ear. ”Your Sir Kevin informed me he went to Japan for some meeting...” Her smile was wicked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

”He won’t be back for a week...” She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my neck, her voice a whisper. ”So it’s just us...”