Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 695: Eleanor’s Prank: Volume Up

Madeline’s face went from mild curiosity to absolute horror in a split second. Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open as the reality of what was playing hit her.

The tablet nearly slipped from her fingers, and she fumbled desperately, her thumb slamming against the screen over and over until the video finally stopped. The sudden silence was deafening, the air thick with embarrassment and fury.

"Bitch...!" Madeline hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of shock, humiliation, and barely contained rage. Her face was flushed a deep crimson, her chest heaving as if she’d just run a marathon. She clutched the tablet to her chest like it was a live grenade, her knuckles white.

Eleanor didn’t even try to hide her amusement. She leaned back in her chair, her laughter ringing out as she clutched her stomach, tears of mirth glistening in her eyes. "Oops..." she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence.

"I forgot to say... it’s those kinds of movies..." She waved a hand dismissively, her grin widening as Madeline’s face darkened further. "You can’t watch them with everyone..."

Madeline’s expression was a storm of panic and outrage. "You should have told me that sooner," she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.

She glanced at me, her eyes flickering with something like guilt or shame, as if she’d been caught doing something forbidden. Then she turned back to Eleanor, her voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Eleanor only laughed harder, wiping at her eyes as if she were the one who’d been wronged. "Oh, come on, Madeline..." she teased, her voice sweet but laced with venom. "It’s not like you’ve never watched adult entertainment before..."

She tilted her head, her smirk turning wicked as she glanced at Carter, who stood impassively behind her, though there was a faint, knowing smirk playing on her full lips. "Unless... are you embarrassed?"

Madeline’s grip on the tablet tightened, her fingers trembling. "I am not embarrassed," she lied, her voice shaking. "I’m pissed!" She glared at Eleanor, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. "Delete this. Now."

Eleanor sighed dramatically, as if Madeline were being unreasonable. "Fine, fine..." She reached out, plucking the tablet from Madeline’s hands with a flourish.

"But you’re missing out on some very... educational content." She tapped the screen, her fingers flying as she pretended to delete the files. "There. Happy?"

Madeline didn’t answer. She was still too flustered, her face burning a deep crimson, her mind clearly racing as she tried to regain her composure.

She shot a quick glance at me, her eyes flickering with something between embarrassment and defiance, then at Carter, whose sexy, poised presence only added to the tension.

The bodyguard stood with effortless grace, her feminine curves accentuated by the tailored suit, her full lips pressed into a faint, knowing smirk as she watched the scene unfold.

Madeline’s fingers twitched, her gaze darting back to the tablet in Eleanor’s hands. Then, in a sudden, almost desperate movement, she snatched it from Eleanor’s grip.

"You... you really delete it..." Her voice was sharp, but there was a tremor beneath it—panic. She tapped the screen, her thumb flying over the files, but her expression only grew more horrified as she realized the videos were still there, untouched.

A slight cough escaped her lips as she fumbled, her eyes widening.

Without missing a beat, she shoved the tablet under the pillow beside her, her movements quick and clumsy in her haste. She adjusted the pillow slightly, as if that would somehow erase the evidence, her face still flushed, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

Eleanor’s smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Oh, Madeline..." she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "Did you really think I’d let you off that easily?" She leaned forward slightly, her gaze flicking to the suspiciously lumpy pillow before meeting Madeline’s eyes again. "Or are you just that eager to watch them later... alone?"

Madeline’s jaw tightened, her fingers digging into the fabric of the pillow as if she could will it to swallow the tablet whole.

"I—I wasn’t—" she stammered, her voice cracking under the weight of her own flustered lie. She cleared her throat, forcing herself to sit up straighter, her chin lifting in a futile attempt at dignity. "I was just... checking."

Eleanor let out a soft, mocking laugh, her fingers tapping against her chin. "Checking..." she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism. "Uh-huh. And here I thought you were hiding it."

She glanced at Carter, who remained silent but impossibly alluring, her mature confidence adding an extra layer of tension to the room. "What do you think, Carter? Does Madeline look like she was just... checking?"

Carter’s lips twitched, her sharp eyes flicking between Madeline and Eleanor with quiet amusement. She didn’t answer, but her presence alone—her sophisticated, MILF-like allure—made the moment even more charged.

I shifted in my seat, my mind torn between the absurdity of the situation, the lingering heat of Marina’s mark on me, and the sheer awkwardness of watching Madeline squirm. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that made every breath feel like a struggle.

Madeline’s fingers tightened around the edge of the pillow, her knuckles turning white as she fought to keep her composure. "Eleanor..." she warned, her voice low, controlled, and laced with a dangerous edge. "This isn’t funny."

Eleanor’s grin only widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief and malice. "Oh, but it is," she countered, her voice sweet as poison. "Admit it. You’re enjoying this... deep down." She didn’t wait for a response.

Instead, she turned her attention to me, her gaze sharp and knowing as she pushed her chair closer to mine. The legs scraped against the floor, the sound deliberately loud in the charged silence.

She crossed her arms beneath her full, trembling breasts, the movement deliberate, her cleavage pressing together in a way that was impossible to ignore.

The fabric of her blouse strained slightly, the swell of her tits drawing the eye as she leaned in, her voice dropping to a purr.

"Dexter..." she said, her tone playful but probing, "what do you think... about your Madam watching those movies?"

The question hung in the air, heavy and loaded, as Eleanor’s lips curled into a smirk.

She knew exactly what she was doing—pushing buttons, testing boundaries, and forcing reactions. Her perfume, something floral and intoxicating, wafted toward me as she shifted, her thigh brushing against mine under the table for the briefest moment.

It was accidental or intentional—I couldn’t tell, but the heat of her skin through the fabric sent a jolt through me.

Madeline’s breath hitched, her eyes flickering between Eleanor and me, her jaw clenching so hard I could see the muscle twitching. "Dexter doesn’t need to answer that," she snapped, her voice sharp as a blade.