Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 324: Punishing Jennifer

Jennifer met my gaze with a mocking yet submissive grin playing on her lips. "How should you punish me, master?" she purred, her tone a heady blend of defiance and intense desire. As she spoke, her fingers slowly pulled the hem of her dress upward, exposing the flawless, velvety skin of her thighs.

I offered no verbal reply. Instead, I seized her by the waist and hauled her across my lap. A sharp slap landed forcefully against her bare backside, the impact resonating through the chamber like a thunderclap.

Her body jolted and she gasped, fingers digging into the carpet below. "Punish you?" I growled, my voice heavy with authority.

"I’m going to remind you exactly who owns this body, slave." My hand struck again with even greater force, leaving a flush of pink across her skin. Jennifer cried out sharply, her breath hitching as she arched her spine, pressing herself eagerly into my hand.

"Please, Master!" she whimpered. Her voice shook with a combination of pain and a darker, more primal sense of pleasure.

"Show mercy to this worthless slave!" She writhed against my legs, her entire frame quivering as another strike landed, sending a sharp sting through her.

"Mercy?" I laughed coldly, my palm meeting her flesh once more as the sound filled the room. "You haven't earned mercy. You’ve been a bad girl, Jennifer. And bad girls require a lesson."

"Yes, Master!" she screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of another slap. "I’ve been so bad! Please, punish me further! Claim me!" Her skin was flushed from my touch, and her breath came in frantic, ragged gasps as she trembled.

I watched her body’s reaction—how she leaned into my strikes even while pleading for me to stop. "Strip," I ordered, my tone absolute and final. "Right now. Prove to me how sorry you truly are."

Without a moment's pause, Jennifer scrambled up, her fingers shaking as she fumbled with her dress buttons.

The garment tumbled from her shoulders and gathered at her feet, leaving her standing totally exposed. She was a stunning sight—her smooth, hairless skin shimmered in the low light, and her pussy was already wet with anticipation. "Look at me, Master," she whispered through her trembling. "Your slave is ready for her punishment."

I shed my own clothes with quick, purposeful movements, never breaking eye contact. My cock was hard and throbbing, the tip already wet with pre-cum. The atmosphere between us was electric, heavy with the silent promise of the acts to follow.

I sank to my knees before her, my hot breath ghosting over her skin as I pressed my face against her smooth, shaved pussy.

The moment my tongue touched her, a violent shudder ran through her. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and she let out a moan of pure desperation. "Aaaaaah, Master... please don’t stop," she begged, her voice thick with craving.

I didn't stop. Instead, I maneuvered us into a 69 position. Jennifer’s face hovered over my cock while I buried my face between her legs once more. As her lips finally encircled me, I groaned. My tongue worked feverishly against her, savoring every bit of her slick, drenched pussy.

Jennifer matched my intensity, her mouth moving with a hunger that mirrored my own. I gripped her hips, pulling her tighter as my tongue traced lower, teasing the sensitive, tight ring of her asshole.

"Master, please!" Jennifer moaned, the sound muffled as she took more of me into her mouth. "I can’t—ah!—I can’t take anymore!" Her thighs shook and her body trembled while I licked and teased, my fingers sinking into her flesh.

"You will take whatever I give you," I growled, my voice raspy with lust. "And then you’ll beg for more."

Jennifer’s cries intensified. She arched into me, taking me deeper as her tongue swirled around my cock with frantic need. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, the wet friction of our bodies, and the sharp yelps she made whenever my fingers gripped her skin.

She shook beneath my touch, every moan and gasp proving the total control I held over her. Jennifer belonged to me—entirely, absolutely, and irrevocably.

I tightened my hold on her hip, digging my fingers into her soft skin. With a sudden movement, I delivered a hard slap to her ass. The crack echoed loudly, causing Jennifer to gasp and jolt forward.

My finger, wet with her own arousal, pressed firmly against her tight asshole to tease the entrance. "You are mine, Jennifer," I growled, my voice commanding. "Every single inch of you."

Jennifer let out a long, breathy moan, her body shaking as she struggled to find her breath. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice saturated with submission. "I am yours."

I adjusted my position, bringing my cock back to her lips. "Open," I commanded, leaving no room for her to refuse.

Jennifer complied at once, parting her lips as I pushed inside. She gagged slightly as I filled her throat, her breath catching, yet she didn't recoil. Instead, she hollowed her cheeks to take me even deeper. A muffled moan vibrated around my cock as her eyes began to water.

"That’s it," I groaned. My fingers continued to tease her asshole while I thrust gently, feeling the tightness of her throat. "Take it all, slave. Show me how much you belong to me."

Jennifer’s moans grew louder as she strained. I could hear her gasping for air, her nails scratching at my thighs, but she didn't quit. She took me deeper, her submission complete, her body entirely at my mercy.

I pulled back just enough to let her breathe. "Breathe, Jennifer," I murmured, my voice full of dark approval. "Such a good girl, taking me like this."

Jennifer’s eyes locked onto mine, showing a mix of desperation and total devotion. She couldn't speak with her mouth full, but her stare conveyed everything. She was mine, heart and soul, and she was well aware of it.

Her moans became even more desperate, her throat working around me as she pulled me deeper still. The room was filled with the sounds of her soft, choked gasps and whimpers, driving my need to the breaking point.