Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 689: Dominatrix Marina’s Possessive Wrath

I started to shake my head, but the motion stalled halfway. My jaw tightened. "I don’t know... but it might be possible."

Marina’s smirk deepened, her body pressing closer against mine, her voice dropping to a purr. "Hmm... yeah, you did save her life..." Her fingers traced idle circles on my chest, her touch light but possessive.

"It might be that she really feels something for you... hee... hee..." Her laughter was soft, almost musical, but there was a razor’s edge beneath it. "It couldn’t be better... Now we have a greater chance of filming her... and blackmailing her..."

She leaned in, her breath warm against my neck, her voice a whisper. "Why don’t you make a move on her?" Her tone was casual, almost playful, but her grip on my arm tightened, her nails biting into my skin.

"Get close to her. Let her trust you... let her want you. And then..." She pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes dark with something dangerous. "We’ll have her exactly where we want her."

I nodded, " I will follow Ma’am’s order."

Before I could process the threat—or the promise—her mood shifted like a viper striking. She shoved me against the wall, her body pressing into mine with bruising force, her voice dropping into a guttural growl.

"Quickly. Let me see you didn’t get hurt, did you?" Her hands were already tearing at my shirt, buttons scattering like shrapnel across the floor, the sound sharp against the thud of my heartbeat.

"Strip. Now." The command was absolute, brooking no argument. My fingers trembled as I fumbled with my belt, but she didn’t wait—her fingers were on my zipper, yanking it down with a sharp snikt that made me flinch.

My cock sprang free, already hard, the tip glistening under her hungry gaze, a bead of pre-cum dripping down my cock.

She let out a low, throaty laugh, her tongue tracing her lower lip as she circled me like a predator. "Oh, look at you," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement and something darker.

"Already dripping for me, you pathetic little slut. Did you miss me that much?" Her nails raked down my chest, leaving red, stinging trails in their wake, the pain a sharp contrast to the heat pooling in my groin. I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily, but she only laughed.

"That’s right, whore. Moan for me." She pinched my nipple hard, and I cried out, my cock twitching. "Fuck, you’re desperate."

Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees, her breath scorching against my cock. "Mmm, so eager," she murmured, her lips brushing the tip of my cock. "Already leaking like a needy little bitch." I whimpered, my fingers tangling in her hair, but she slapped my hand away.

"Did I say you could touch me?" She stood abruptly, her hand cracking across my ass so hard I jolted forward, a groan tearing from my throat. "Didn’t even get a scratch, huh?" she purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.

"What a shame." Her fingers traced the red mark on my ass, her touch feather-light but possessive. "I was hoping to lick your wounds... but I suppose I’ll have to make some new ones."

Her fingers wrapped around my cock, squeezing just this side of cruel. "Or maybe I’ll just have to punish you for being such a tease." She stroked me once, twice—then stopped, her grip tightening painfully at the base.

My hips bucked, a broken "P-please..." spilling from my lips, but she only smirked. "On your knees, pet," she ordered, her voice a whip crack. "You don’t get to come until I say so." She slapped my ass again, the sting radiating through me, my cock twitching in her grip.

"And trust me..." She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a dark promise. "You’re going to beg for it. You’re going to scream for it."

I sank to my knees, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my cock throbbing with need. She grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. "Look at you," she sneered, her thumb brushing my bottom lip.

"Already drooling for me. Such a good little slut." I whimpered, my face burning with humiliation and desire, but she wasn’t done. "Now, let’s see how well you use that mouth."

Then, without warning, she grabbed the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she yanked me forward. "Smell me," she commanded, her voice a growl. She pressed my face into her armpit, the musk of her sweat thick and intoxicating.

"Breathe me in, you filthy little thing. That’s right..." Her grip tightened, forcing my nose deeper into the damp heat of her skin. "You love it, don’t you?" I moaned, my cock jerking, but she held me there, her other hand sliding down to grip my chin, forcing me to look up at her.

"Love how used I smell. Love how dominant I am." Her nails dug into my scalp, the pain grounding me as my mind spun. "Admit it."

I whimpered, my voice muffled against her skin, but she didn’t let up. "I said admit it," she snarled, her nails digging in deeper. "You’re my property, and you love being my little bitch."

A sob escaped me, but it was lost in the groan that followed as she finally released me—only to shove me back onto my knees. "Pathetic," she spat, but there was a smirk playing on her lips. "Now, let’s see if that mouth is as useful as the rest of you is useless."

She didn’t waste time. Her hands went to her waistband, her fingers hooking into the lace of her panties. "Watch," she ordered, her voice a dark purr.

She peeled the fabric down her thighs, the scent of her arousal thick and heavy in the air. "You see this?" She spread her legs, her pussy glistening, the dark curl of her pubic hair damp with need.

"This is what you really want, isn’t it?" She grabbed my hair again, yanking my face forward until my lips were a breath away from her. "Go on. Tell me." I moaned, my tongue darting out to wet my lips, but she pulled back just enough to deny me. "Use your words, slut."

"Y-yes, Mistress..." I gasped, my voice breaking. "Please... let me—"

"Let you what?" she taunted, her grip tightening. "Let you worship me? Let you serve me?" She pressed herself against my mouth, her musk overwhelming, her grip on my head unyielding.

"That’s it..." she moaned, her voice rough with desire. "Fuck, yes. Get in there. Deeper." Her hips rocked forward, grinding against my face, her thighs trembling as I obeyed, my tongue flicking against her clit.

"Oh, fuck..." she hissed, her fingers tightening in my hair. "Just like that... good boy." I groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her, and she let out a dark laugh. "You love this, don’t you? Love being my little cocksleeve."