Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 677: Sleeping With Madeline

Later, Madeline led me into her luxurious private bedroom in the residential wing of the White House. The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind us, she locked it with a decisive twist of her wrist. She turned to face me, her eyes dark with exhaustion but also something deeper — a simmering need for security... and perhaps more.

"Stay inside the room tonight," she said softly but firmly. "Just in case anything happens. I don’t want to be alone."

I nodded immediately. "Yes, Ma’am."

Madeline stood near the large canopy bed and reached behind herself to unzip her dress. She began sliding the fabric down her shoulders, revealing smooth skin and the curve of her breasts, but suddenly stopped midway. A deep blush colored her cheeks as she looked at me.

"Turn around..." she ordered, though her voice had taken on a slightly coquettish, almost playful lilt.

I turned around as instructed, but inside, I was chuckling.

The rustling of clothes filled the room for several minutes — the soft whisper of fabric sliding over skin, the gentle sigh she let out as she changed. Finally, her voice came again, lower and breathier than before.

"I am done..."

I turned back around. Madeline now stood before me in a silky, sheer nightgown that clung to every curve of her body like a second skin.

The delicate material was nearly translucent in the warm bedroom lighting, hinting at the full, heavy breasts and the outline of her hardened nipples beneath. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, showing off her bandaged legs and smooth skin.

She pressed a discreet service button on the wall. When the maid arrived, Madeline spoke with casual authority. "Go bring some of Dexter’s nightwear. He will be protecting me all night... just in case."

The maid left without question and soon returned with fresh clothes for me. Once we were alone again, Madeline cleared her throat with a small, seductive cough.

"Just change here," she commanded, her eyes already roaming over my body. "You can’t use my personal bathroom anyway. Besides..." she added with a sly, hungry little smile, "I have already seen those things. No need to be ashamed."

I began undressing under her watchful gaze. I removed my jacket, then slowly peeled off my shirt, revealing my sculpted abs and broad chest.

Madeline’s eyes darkened with obvious appreciation. She didn’t even pretend to look away — she stared openly, biting her lower lip.

When I lowered my pants, leaving only my underwear, her breathing had grown noticeably heavier. Her slutty side was starting to surface more clearly.

"Remove that underwear too," she ordered, her voice husky now. "It must be stinking after everything we went through. I don’t want anything dirty ruining my clean sheets... or my room."

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slid my underwear down, letting my thick, semi-hard cock spring free. It hung heavy between my legs, already thickening under her intense stare.

Madeline’s eyes locked onto it immediately. A visible spark of lust flashed across her face. She walked closer, slowly circling my naked body like a predator examining her prize.

"I’m just checking you aren’t injured," she purred, though the excuse was growing thinner by the second. "You don’t think I want something dirty like that masked bitch, do you?"

Her hands began touching me under the pretense of inspection. She ran her palms over my shoulders and down my back, squeezing the firm muscles.

She stepped in front of me again, pressing her body closer. Her fingers trailed down my chest, teasing my abs, then moved even lower, brushing dangerously close to my now fully hardening cock.

"Mmm... you’re so strong," she murmured, her voice dripping with slutty hunger. She completed her circle and stopped right in front of me, her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin nightgown.

She reached out and boldly wrapped her fingers around my thick cock for a moment, giving it a slow, teasing stroke.

"Just making sure everything is... intact," she whispered, her cheeks flushed with arousal. Her thumb brushed over the head of my cock, collecting a bead of precum before she pulled her hand back, licking her lips unconsciously.

Madeline’s slutty side was fully emerging now.

The once proud and arrogant Lady was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling as her hard nipples strained visibly against the thin, silky fabric of her nightgown. Her eyes were glazed with raw desire as she stared hungrily at my rock-hard cock, which throbbed visibly under her intense gaze.

"You’ve been protecting me all night..." she said breathily, her voice dripping with lust, "carrying me like a helpless little girl, saving my life over and over, fucking me with your presence and power."

She stepped even closer until her soft, full breasts pressed firmly against my bare chest. The heat of her body radiated through the thin nightgown. "The least I can do is make sure my personal bodyguard is... well taken care of."

Her hand boldly wrapped around my thick, veiny cock once more. She gave it a slow, teasing stroke from base to tip, squeezing gently as her thumb swirled over the swollen head, spreading the bead of precum that had leaked out. She let out a soft, needy moan at the feel of it.

"Mmm... so big and hard for me already," she whispered sluttily, biting her lower lip. "Look at what protecting me does to you..."

After a few more deliberate strokes that made my cock twitch in her hand, she finally pulled back with a wicked, satisfied smirk. Her cheeks were flushed, and her thighs pressed together subtly as if she was already wet and aching.

I quickly put on the fresh nightwear the maid had brought — a simple pair of loose pants and a shirt. Madeline watched every movement, her eyes devouring me until I was dressed.

She then climbed onto the large, luxurious king-sized bed, the silky nightgown riding up her thighs and giving me teasing glimpses of her ass and black panties. With an arrogant, commanding tone, she said, "You must also be tired. Lie down on the left side of the bed."

I remained standing respectfully. "Don’t worry, Ma’am... I am fine. I can stay alert."

Madeline’s eyes narrowed, but there was a slutty sparkle in them. She spoke with clear arrogance, "I didn’t ask you how you feel. I just gave you an order. Don’t you understand?"

I walked closer to the bed obediently and sat down on the edge. Madeline raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying her power.

"What don’t you understand about the meaning of ’laying down’?" she asked, her voice laced with both authority and teasing seduction.

I finally lay down on the left side of the massive bed. There was still a noticeable gap between us — she remained on the right side, propped up slightly on pillows, while I lay flat, keeping a professional distance.