Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 305: A Promise in the Backseat

Wrapping my arms around Jennifer, I drew her closer and looked down at her with a slow, meaningful grin. "What do you think?" I whispered, my voice low and playful while my fingers traced light circles across her back.

Jennifer shook her head, her warm breath fanning against my chest. "I don’t care," she murmured, her voice thick with raw emotion. "I only know that you were the one by my side. That is all that matters." Her grip on me tightened as she spoke with fierce conviction. "I don’t care if you are Mike or someone else entirely. I only care about you."

I reached up, my fingertips grazing the edge of the mask. With a slow, deliberate tug, I peeled it away, allowing my true face—Dexter’s—to be revealed.

The mask vanished into the system storage, leaving nothing but the truth between us. "Listen," I said, my tone shifting to one of seriousness, "your man’s name is Dexter."

Jennifer’s gaze softened as she reached out, her fingers gently stroking my cheek with a tender touch. "Your face..." she breathed, her voice filled with wonder. "You are so handsome. Why would you ever choose to hide behind Mike’s face?"

A smirk played on my lips. "Otherwise, how could I have managed to get both mother and daughter together?" I teased, my voice dripping with dark amusement.

Jennifer’s expression wavered, and her fingers went still against my skin. "You are so wicked," she whispered, though there was no true anger in her tone—only resignation and a deeper realization. "That means... there really was another Mike?"

I let out a sigh, the truth escaping before I could hold it back. "That Mike is dead."

Jennifer’s breath caught, but she didn't pull away; instead, she clung to me even tighter, her voice muffled against my chest.

"I don’t care who you are," she stated fiercely. "But you are not permitted to abandon me. If you do..." Her voice trailed off, leaving the threat hanging between us, unspoken yet fully understood.

I cupped her face, my thumb brushing her bottom lip before I kissed her deeply, my voice a promise against her mouth. "I will never leave you. Do you understand?"

Jennifer pulled back slightly, her brow furrowing with concern. "But how are you going to explain this to Emily?" she asked, her voice shaking with doubt.

I weighed Jennifer’s suggestion for a moment, considering the consequences. However, before I could answer, her face hardened with sudden determination. "Why don’t you just continue being Mike in front of Emily?" she suggested, her voice firm and steady.

"It is the only way. For her sake... and for ours." Her fingers squeezed mine, her eyes locked onto me, begging for my agreement.

But the moment was cut short by a sudden knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I called out, my voice calm but tinged with curiosity.

A low, hesitant whisper came through the wood: "It’s me..."

Nathalie.

I recognized her voice at once. She must have come looking for me, desperate to see her son. A flicker of sympathy passed through me—she had been waiting for this reunion for a very long time.

I glanced at Jennifer, who was clearly annoyed by the interruption. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her eyes flashed with irritation.

I reached out and playfully pinched her nose. "Don’t worry," I murmured, my voice low and comforting. "We will have plenty of time later."

Jennifer gave a reluctant sigh but nodded, her frustration fading slightly. I gave her one last lingering look before turning to get dressed. As I buttoned my shirt, I called out to Lisa, my voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Lisa, drive us to the hospital."

The weight of the situation settled over me like a heavy blanket—Nathalie’s trembling hope, Jennifer’s stubborn resolve, and the maze of secrets trapping us all. There was no time to untangle it all right now.

The car’s engine hummed quietly as Lisa steered us through the city streets. Her grip on the wheel was steady and her expression remained impassive, as though she were totally unaware of the drama unfolding in the back seat.

Nathalie sat next to me, her body stiff, her fingers twisting and untwisting in her lap as if trying to wring out her own anxiety. Her face was flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson, and her eyes darted nervously between her hands and the window, unable to meet my gaze.

"M-Master..." she stammered, her breath hitching as tears pooled in her eyes. She swallowed hard, her voice shaking. "Please... I am begging you..." Her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white.

"Don’t do anything in front of my son. He is... he is all I have left." A tear rolled down her cheek, and she quickly brushed it away, but more followed as her shoulders shook with silent, desperate sobs.

She turned toward me, her eyes wide and pleading, her voice cracking. "I will do anything you want, Master. Anything. Just... not in front of him. Please. He is just a boy. He doesn't deserve to see..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I promise you, I will obey. I will never fight you. Just... please, spare him from this."

I observed her for a long moment, noting the way her body trembled and how her tears glistened in the dim light of the car interior. There was something raw in her plea, a mother’s love exposed, vulnerable and desperate. I reached out, my thumb wiping away the tears on her face, my touch gentle yet possessive.

"You are begging me, Nathalie?" I asked, my voice low and almost amused, but with a sharp edge that made her flinch.

"You will do anything I want?" My fingers lingered on her chin, tilting her face up so her red-rimmed eyes were forced to meet mine. "You understand what that implies, don’t you?"

She nodded frantically, her relief at my words mixing with the terror of the promise she had just made. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Anything. Just... please."

I let the silence linger between us, my gaze unwavering and my grip on her chin firm. "Fine," I said at last, my tone leaving no room for argument.

"I promise you, Nathalie. I will not touch you in front of your son." My fingers slid from her chin to trace a slow, deliberate path down her neck, my voice dropping to a whisper. "But you will keep your word. Won’t you?"

Nathalie’s breath hitched, and she nodded once more, her body shivering under my touch. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. "I will."

I leaned back in my seat, my eyes never leaving hers. "Good," I murmured, my voice a dark caress. "Because I despise broken promises, Nathalie."

She swallowed hard, her gaze falling to her lap as her fingers began twisting together again. The car fell silent, the tension between us thick enough to cut. Nathalie’s breathing eventually steadied, but her body stayed tense, her mind undoubtedly racing with the consequences of her vow.

Meanwhile, Lisa continued to drive with careful precision, her eyes fixed on the road ahead and her expression unreadable. If she had overheard anything, she showed no sign—her professionalism acted as a shield, her focus never wavering. The city lights blurred past the windows, casting moving shadows across Nathalie’s tear-stained face.

I glanced out the window, my mind already looking ahead. Nathalie’s promise was a victory, but it was merely the beginning. The real game was just starting.