Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 765: The Angry Performance

She opened her mouth once as if to say something — an apology, a thank you, a plea for me to turn back around; she didn’t even know which — but no sound came out.

Her throat felt too tight. In the end, she only curled her sticky fingers into the soft grass, pressed her thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the empty throbbing between them, and stayed completely silent.

She listened to the quiet, strained sound of my breathing as I lay with my back to her, still painfully hard because of everything she had done, while the heavy weight of her own guilt, embarrassment, and confused arousal pressed down on her chest until it was almost hard to breathe.

The treehouse remained otherwise peaceful. Rachel and Victoria continued to sleep deeply only a short distance away, completely unaware of the filthy, emotional storm that had just taken place between their two companions in the moonlight.

I stayed still, lying with my back to Maya, my cock still aching and unsatisfied against the soft grass.

Even without trying, I could hear her thoughts clearly through my mind-reading ability. She was wide awake, just like me.

[What have I done...? Why does my heart hurt like this...? Did I push him away too hard? Why do I feel like I just lost something important...?]

Maya tossed and turned quietly for the rest of the night, never managing to fall asleep. I remained awake as well, listening to every restless shift and every tangled thought that crossed her mind. A quiet chuckle echoed in my head.

[Hmm... let’s see how long it takes before you’re the one spreading your legs and begging to take my cock inside that dripping pussy with your own hands.]

Eventually the first light of morning filtered through the leaves.

Maya immediately stilled and began pretending to be deeply asleep, her breathing carefully evened out. I sat up slowly, stretched, and climbed down the wooden staircase without a word.

Below, the clearing was quiet. Mom and Rachel were still sleeping inside the lower bamboo shelters.

From up in the treehouse, Maya’s anxious thoughts followed me.

[Where is he going...? Should I follow him? Should I apologize for last night...?]

I walked toward the treeline, leaving the camp behind for the moment.

For the next two hours, I simply wandered through the denser parts of the island, collecting a few ripe coconuts along the way and giving both Maya and myself space after the charged events of the night.

When I finally returned to the bamboo-house camp, everyone was already awake and gathered in the clearing.

Victoria looked up first, her sharp eyes immediately locking onto me.

"Dexter, where did you go?" Her gaze then landed on the coconuts I was carrying, and her tone softened slightly with understanding.

I set the coconuts down on the ground with a light thud.

"I just thought we could use some fresh refreshment this morning. The water from these should help everyone stay hydrated."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Maya stiffen the moment she noticed I had returned. A clear look of panic mixed with lingering guilt crossed her face.

She quickly lowered her gaze, fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of her red dress. Her thoughts immediately flooded my mind, heavy and conflicted.

[He’s back... He was gone for so long... Is he still angry about last night? He won’t even look at me...]

[I pushed him away when he was in pain because of me... and now he’s acting like I don’t exist. Why does that hurt so much?]

I deliberately avoided meeting her eyes and kept my attention on the others, speaking only to Victoria and Rachel.

Rachel stepped closer, her expression warm and openly concerned.

"Dexter, you worked hard again... You shouldn’t push yourself so much." She gently wiped the light sweat from my forehead with her sleeve. Both she and Mom had already changed back into the business suits they had been wearing before the plane crash, looking far more put-together than the rest of us.

Maya took a small half-step forward as if she wanted to approach and say something — maybe apologize, maybe just check if I was alright — but then stopped herself. She lingered awkwardly at a distance, her shoulders slightly hunched.

Fresh, jealous, and guilty thoughts churned inside her as she watched Rachel casually touch my face.

[She’s wiping his face so naturally... standing so close... And he let her. He even smiled at her.]

[Last night he was throbbing against me... he had his finger inside me... he almost... and now he’s letting Rachel take care of him like I’m not even here. I have no right to feel jealous, but... why does it feel like something is being taken from me?]

[I’m the one who told him to stop. I’m the one who pushed him away. So why do I hate seeing him accept someone else’s kindness so easily?]

I reached out and lightly pinched Rachel’s nose with a small, playful smile, still not glancing in Maya’s direction.

"Thank you."

Rachel’s cheeks turned pink, especially when she realized both Victoria and Maya were watching the exchange. She quickly lowered her hand, looking a little flustered but clearly pleased.

Victoria cleared her throat, her expression turning serious but not unkind as she glanced between Rachel and me.

"You two..." She paused, then continued with quiet authority. "Alright. Dexter, I approve of your relationship with Rachel. But I’m keeping a close eye on you."

"If you dare to bully her or make her cry, you’ll see exactly how I deal with you. And Rachel—" she turned to the younger woman, her tone softening slightly, "—you can always come tell me if he ever treats you badly. Don’t hesitate."

Rachel nodded quickly, a shy but genuine smile appearing on her lips.

"Yes... I understand. Thank you, Ms. Victoria."

The atmosphere in the clearing settled into something almost normal again on the surface. Victoria began discussing how to open the coconuts, and Rachel moved to help her.

But the weight of the previous night still hung heavily in the air between Maya and me — an invisible wall of guilt, jealousy, unspoken words, and unresolved tension that neither of us was ready to address in front of the others.

Maya remained standing a little apart from the group, her arms loosely crossed, eyes fixed on the ground. Her thoughts continued to swirl in quiet turmoil.

[He won’t look at me... He hasn’t said a single word to me since he came back. Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Did I really ruin everything last night...?]