Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 507: Diana’s Anxious Worry

Diana grabbed my arm, her fingers digging in. "Dexter, let go—!"

"N-No—!" I snapped, my voice raw, my face twisted in stubborn, pitiful defiance.

"I won’t let you—! I can do this—!" My leg buckled, my knee slamming into the step, but I forced myself up, dragging the suitcase behind me like it was anchored to the floor.

Diana’s face paled. "Oh my god—! You stubborn—!"

I finally reached the top, collapsing onto my knees, the suitcase tumbling beside me. My chest heaved, my breath ragged, my entire body dripping with "sweat". I looked up at her, my eyes wide, pitiful, my lips parted as I gasp for air.

"I—I did it..." I wheezed, my voice barely a whisper.

Diana stood over me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her fingers pressed to her lips. For a long moment, she just stared—her eyes flicking between my pathetic, trembling form and the suitcases I’d "struggled" to carry.

Then, slowly, her expression crumbled.

"Dexter..." Her voice was soft, horrified, her hand reaching for me.

"You—! You idiot—!" She dropped to her knees beside me, her handkerchief already out, dabbing at my forehead. "You should’ve just—! Oh god—! You’re soaking wet—!"

I let my head hang, my breath still ragged, my body still shaking with "exhaustion". "I—I had to..." I mumbled, my voice weak, pitiful.

Diana’s hand trembled as she wiped my face, her touch gentle, her eyes filled with genuine remorse. "I didn’t mean it..." Her voice cracked. "I was just teasing... I didn’t think—!"

I looked at her—really looked—her nervous expression, the way her lips pressed together, the genuine remorse in her eyes. Then, I chuckled, soft and low, dropping the act.

"Okay, okay..." I grinned, shaking my head. "I was also just teasing you..."

Diana blinked, then scowled, her cheeks flushing as she realized she’d been played. "You—! Ugh—!" She huffed, crossing her arms, though her lips twitched despite herself. "Just pretend..." She muttered, "You’re having a hard time... even with those small bags...!"

I didn’t reply, just smirked, turning toward the door. "I’ll be in my room..." I glanced back at her, my tone casual, but my eyes warm. "Once you’ve freshened up... I’ll take you out."

Diana paused, her expression softening. "Where’s your mom?"

"She’s busy in the office." I leaned against the doorframe, my arms crossed. "She’ll be back home at night..." I shrugged, a slow smile spreading. "So. It’s just you and me."

Her eyes flicked to mine, holding for a beat too long, something unreadable passing through them. "Then I guess..." She smiled, playful once more, "You’re my guide for today."

I nodded, pushing off the doorframe. "Get ready. I’ll be waiting."

I shut the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment, my lips curling into a smirk.

This is going to be fun.

Then, I pushed off, striding to my room, stripping as I went. The shower was hot, the water pounding against my skin, washing away the last traces of the game—but not the thrill of it.

I dressed with deliberate care—dark slacks, tailored to hug my thighs just enough to hint at the power beneath, the fabric whispering against my skin.

The crisp white shirt followed, crisp and pristine, the buttons fastened snugly over my chest, the fabric clinging in all the right places—just tight enough to tease the muscle underneath, but loose enough to suggest rather than reveal.

I rolled up the sleeves, exposing my forearms—corded, veined, the tendons shifting as I flexed my fingers. A final touch: my hand raking through my hair, tousling it into that effortless, just-fucked look that drove women wild.

By the time I stepped out, I was more than ready.

I was armed.

The living room was bathed in golden afternoon light, the sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. And there she was.

Diana stood by the sofa, her posture elegant, her hands smoothing the fabric of her dress—a deep emerald green that clung to her curves like a second skin.

The neckline dipped just enough to tease the swell of her breasts, the fabric hugging her waist before flaring into a knee-length skirt that swished around her legs with every movement.

Her blonde hair was swept into a loose, sophisticated chignon, a few strands framing her face, and her lips—oh, her lips—were painted that same dark red, glossy and inviting.

She turned as I entered, her eyes raking over me with open appreciation before she schooled her expression into something cooler.

"How do I look?" Her voice was light, casual, but there was a flicker of uncertainty beneath it—a woman who knew she was stunning, but wanted to hear it anyway.

I leaned against the doorframe, my arms crossed, my gaze slow as I took her in. "It’s... okay."

Diana’s eyebrows shot up, her lips parting in mock offense. "Hmph." She tossed her hair, her voice sharp with feigned indignation. "You brat. What do you know?"

I smirked, pushing off the doorframe and stepping closer. "Enough."

Her cheeks flushed, just a touch, her fingers twisting the clasp of her purse. "Let’s go."

I led her to the car, my hand resting on the small of her back—light, possessive, my fingers brushing the fabric of her dress.

The touch was innocent, but the way her breath hitched told me she felt it—the heat of my palm, the weight of my intent.

The Mercedes was parked in the driveway, its sleek black body gleaming under the sun. I opened the passenger door for her, my hand extended to support her as she slid inside.

"You can also be nice..." Diana murmured, her eyes flicking to my face as she settled into the seat, her skirt riding up just enough to tease the smooth expanse of her thighs. "I’m surprised."

I leaned in, my voice a dark purr. "Don’t be."

Her pulse jumped in her throat, her lips parting as she stared up at me. For a moment, the world narrowed to the space between us—the heat of her body, the scent of her perfume, the way her breath caught as my fingers lingered on the doorframe.

Then, I shut the door.