Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 528: A MILF’s Silent Suffering

Diana drew nearer, her gaze fixated on the exposed, unyielding nipples. With the whip's tip, she trailed it languidly across one swollen peak, tracing a teasing circle.

Selena let out a soft, yearning whimper, another faint moan escaping her lips as her nipple reacted, hardening even more beneath the touch of the leather.

"Did you hear that..." Diana purred, her voice saturated with desire. "Screaming like a helpless victim, yet moaning like a willing harlot." She lightly tapped the whip on Selena’s other nipple, observing its involuntary bounce and stiffening. "Your body is betraying you in the most exquisite way."

Beside them, Linda sobbed uncontrollably in her chair. "Nooo! Please, stop! She is my daughter— don't subject her to this!"

Diana paid no heed to Linda’s desperate cries. She lifted the whip once more, allowing its braided end to hover mere inches from Selena’s bare, already marked breasts. The leather tip danced back and forth over those stiff, sensitive nipples— slow, deliberate movements that made the swollen peaks quiver and harden further. Selena whimpered, her suspended form jerking as fresh waves of sensation coursed through her.

A wicked smile played on Diana’s lips. She turned her attention to Linda, who was helplessly bound to her chair, tears coursing down her flushed face.

"Are you feeling sympathetic towards your daughter?" Diana inquired, her tone dripping with false sweetness. "Hmm... perhaps you’d prefer something even more delightful?"

Her eyes, gleaming with dark amusement, shifted towards me. Leaning in, she whispered into my ear, her breath hot and provocative, "Tell me, Dexter... do you favor the mother... or the daughter?"

Before I could utter a sound, Diana let out a soft, knowing chuckle. "I already know the answer. It's the mother." Her fingers tightened around my throbbing shaft, a slow, possessive squeeze. "I possess a complete dossier of every woman you've ever been with, Dexter. Every single name. Every intimate detail. I understand you better than you understand yourself."

Her pronouncement sent an unusual thrill through me. Then, she pressed her lips against my ear again, her voice descending into a silken whisper.

"Why don't you do something to Linda... right now?"

I blinked, taken aback. Just last night, she had been overwhelmingly possessive, forbidding me from even mentioning another woman in her presence. And now, she was offering this?

Diana sensed my hesitation. She pinched my waist sharply, her nails digging just enough to elicit a hiss. Then, she offered a smile— a dangerous, indulgent curve of her lips.

"Consider it a token of appreciation," she murmured, "for solidifying our bond. You belong to me now... and this is the singular occasion I will permit you to engage with another. Your actions are mine alone..." Her hand resumed its caress of my cock, slower this time, pressing the damp fabric against my aching hardness. "But only under my watchful eye. Only under my direct control. Do you comprehend?"

I nodded, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Diana stepped back slightly, still holding the whip, and indicated Linda with a graceful inclination of her head. "Proceed, Dexter. She is yours for the night. Elicit a moan from her, just as her daughter did... while I bask in the spectacle."

I moved toward Linda, my steps measured and deliberate. The alluring MILF glared up at me, her eyes filled with pure venom, her shoulder-length auburn hair disheveled and clinging to her tear-streaked cheeks. Her ample breasts strained against the delicate white lace bra, her nipples already taut from fear and the ambient chill. Her thick thighs were pressed together as much as the restraints allowed, the sheer white panties visibly darkened with moisture at the crotch.

"You goddamn degenerate," Linda spat, her voice quivering with fury. "Don't you dare lay a hand on me. Stay the hell away!"

I did not falter. I stepped between her parted knees and reached out, my hand cupping one of her heavy breasts over the thin lace. Linda gasped sharply, attempting to pull away, but the straps held her fast.

"Get your filthy hands off me, you bastard!" she snarled.

I pinched her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it firmly through the fabric. The exquisitely sensitive bud instantly hardened under my touch. Linda’s breath hitched, her body stiffening.

"Stop... ah— no!" she growled, though a distinct tremor now underscored her voice.

I increased the pressure, tugging the stiffened peak outward, watching her full breast stretch and spring back. Then, I turned my attention to the other nipple, subjecting it to the same ministrations— pinching, twisting, rolling until both were unyieldingly hard, pressing obscenely against the damp lace. Linda’s chest heaved more rapidly, her pale skin blooming into a deep, flushed pink.

"Fuck you... I despise you," she hissed through clenched teeth, yet her hips betrayed her with the slightest involuntary movement.

Selena, still suspended beside us with her breasts exposed and marked, shrieked in outrage. "Take your disgusting hands off my mother! You sick freak! Diana, tell your lapdog to stop! I swear I'll kill you both!"

Her protests were ignored as a hand slid lower, tracing a path down Linda’s supple, trembling midsection until fingertips brushed against the front of her delicate white panties. The material was thoroughly soaked. Two fingers pressed against her clit through the sheer fabric, flicking it lightly.

Linda’s entire body gave a violent shudder. "Nngh— don't you dare touch me there!" she snapped, her voice retaining its fury yet laced with a breathless quality.

A further flick, quicker and sharper this time, was delivered, causing the swollen nub to throb noticeably beneath the damp lace. Linda’s strong thighs quivered, attempting to press together but failing. Another flick, followed by a slow, circular rubbing motion over her clit.

The fierce glare in her eyes began to falter. Her lips parted slightly, and a soft, involuntary whimper escaped her.

"You... you bastard..." she managed to breathe out, though the sharp edge of her anger had softened considerably. Her hips started to shift subtly against the probing fingers, unconsciously seeking the sensation.

A gentle pinch, followed by a rolling motion, and then a rapid flick of her clit. Linda’s head lolled back against the chair, a low, guttural moan slipping past her lips before she could stifle it.

"Ahh... fuck..."

Selena’s eyes widened, filled with a mixture of horror and fury. "Mom! Don’t do that! Fight him! You are letting them win! You hussy— stop enjoying this!"

Yet, Linda’s resolve was fracturing. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she met my gaze, her eyes glassy and conflicted. The anger lingered, but it was now entwined with a hotter, more desperate yearning. Her voice dropped to a breathy, almost teasing purr, belying the humiliation.

"You think you can just... mmm... play with me like this?" she whispered, her tone shifting into something almost seductive. "Pinching Mommy’s nipples... flicking her poor little clit... You’re enjoying this far too much, aren’t you?"