Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 694: Eleanor’s Naughty Playlist

Marina patted my ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the room as she pushed me toward the door. "Go see what that bitch wants from you..." Her voice was a low growl, laced with venom and something darker—possession.

The sting of her hand lingered on my skin, a silent reminder of who I belonged to. With that, I opened the door and stepped out, leaving Marina to herself, her jealousy still hanging in the air like a storm cloud.

I made my way down the hall, my mind a haze of conflicting emotions—need, guilt, loyalty—all swirling together as I approached Madeline’s door. I knocked, the sound sharp in the quiet corridor.

Madeline’s voice came from within, smooth and composed. "Come in..."

I pushed the door open slowly, and the scene inside made me pause. Eleanor was there, sitting with her legs crossed, her poised elegance filling the room.

She was dressed in a sleek, form-fitting dress that accentuated every curve.

Madeline lounged on the bed, her expression unreadable, while Carter, Eleanor’s imposing bodyguard, stood like a shadow behind her, her presence silent but commanding.

A maid was helping Madeline with breakfast, the scent of coffee and pastries filling the air. The contrast between the domestic scene and the tension in my body was jarring.

Madeline’s gaze flicked to me, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. "Have you had your breakfast, Dexter?"

I shook my head, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Not yet, Ma’am..."

Madeline turned to the maid, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Go bring his breakfast here..."

The maid nodded quietly and slipped out, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Eleanor’s eyes locked onto me, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Thank god you’re okay..." she said, her voice soft but edged with something sharper. "Who were those people... who attacked you? What do they want?"

Madeline shook her head, her fingers tracing the edge of her coffee cup. "I don’t know..." she said, her voice calm but laced with frustration.

"I already told Kevin... and he said he’ll take care of things..." She glanced at Eleanor, her expression hardening. "He asked me not to go outside these days..."

Eleanor leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing. "Is it related to something in Japan... or some kind of disagreement?"

Madeline let out a dismissive sigh, waving a hand as if swatting away the question. "I don’t know..." she said, her voice sharp. "Let that brat handle it..." There was a bite to her words, a hint of something deeper—resentment, maybe, or distrust.

Eleanor’s lips curled into a small smile, but her eyes remained sharp, assessing. Then she turned her gaze to me, her expression softening slightly. "You were quite heroic, Dexter..." she said, her voice warm, almost teasing. "Saving your Madam’s life..."

I shifted uncomfortably, my mind flickering back to Marina’s possessive grip, her jealous eyes. "I was just doing my job," I said, my voice neutral, but the words felt heavy.

The maid returned with a trolley laden with breakfast—eggs, toast, fruit, and a steaming cup of coffee. Madeline gestured for her to adjust the chair next to the bed, then nodded toward me. "Sit. Have breakfast with me..."

The maid did as she was told, then slipped out again, the door clicking shut behind her.

I took the seat, my mind racing like a storm. The weight of Marina’s claim on me—her mark still burning on my skin—pressed against my thoughts, while Eleanor’s curious gaze felt like a spotlight. The unspoken tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Madeline’s unreadable expression only added to the pressure, her eyes flicking between Eleanor and me as if she could sense the undercurrents swirling beneath the surface.

But I kept my composure, picking up my fork and forcing myself to focus on the breakfast in front of me. The clink of silverware against the porcelain plate was the only sound in the room for a long moment.

Eleanor sighed, her voice laced with amusement. "So you’re basically grounded now..."

Madeline’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowing. "Are you gloating?" Her voice was sharp, but there was a hint of something else—annoyance, maybe, or resignation.

Eleanor let out a low, melodic chuckle, her fingers tapping against the armrest of her chair. "I thought this would happen..." she said, her tone light but her eyes gleaming with mischief. "So I brought you a gift to help you pass the time..."

She gestured to Carter, who stood like a statue behind her. I noticed Carter looked a bit different today. She was stunning—tall, her body wrapped in a sleek, tailored bodyguard suit that hugged her curves in all the right places.

Cater’s hourglass figure was accentuated by the cut of her suit, the fabric clinging to her soft, voluptuous frame as she moved with effortless grace. She exuded a mature, confident sensuality, her sharp eyes scanning the room with quiet authority.

Carter stepped forward at Eleanor’s signal, her movements fluid and precise, the click of her heels echoing softly against the floor.

She reached into the bag at her side and pulled out a sleek, brand-new tablet. The box was already opened, the device powered on, the screen glowing softly in the dim light of the room.

Eleanor took it from her, her fingers brushing against the screen as she held it out to Madeline. "I downloaded some movies for you... to watch..." Her voice was innocent, but her smirk was anything but.

Madeline took the tablet, her eyebrows lifting slightly as she glanced at the screen. "I can watch any movie here..." she said, her voice dripping with skepticism. "Why should I..."

She tapped the first video.

The room erupted with the sound of loud, unmistakable moaning—a woman’s voice, raw and unfiltered, crying out in pleasure. "Ohhh—fuck—yes! Harder, baby! Fuck me harder! Oh god, yes! Just like that—don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop—ahhh!"

The sounds were obscene, filling the room with a wave of heat and shock. The volume was cranked up, the moans echoing off the walls like they were happening right there in the room with us.