{"id":255289,"date":"2026-07-13T04:11:18","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:11:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/brutal-silence-piper-stone\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T04:11:18","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:11:18","slug":"brutal-silence-piper-stone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/brutal-silence-piper-stone\/","title":{"rendered":"Brutal Silence – Piper Stone"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cBe adventurous. Come join me. I\u2019ll be here every step of the way.\u201d \u201cHmm\u2026 Why don\u2019t I trust you?\u201d \u201cNow that\u2019s not a very nice thing to say. I won\u2019t bite. Yet.\u201d She laughed while motioning with a tilt of her head. \u201cAlright, but don\u2019t you ever tell me I didn\u2019t warn you. I\u2019ll ruin the piece.\u201d \u201cA little hint. It\u2019s clay. It can be remolded. Now, sit behind me.\u201d I shoved my sleeves up before crowding her space, easing my legs around hers.<\/p>\n

The slender bench forced me to push the full weight of my body against her. If she couldn\u2019t feel just how attracted to her I was, I\u2019d be shocked. My cock was rock hard. \u201cWrap your arms around me and give me your hands.\u201d \u201cYou sound like a teacher,\u201d I told her, finding it difficult not to nuzzle my face into her neck.<\/p>\n

The chosen perfume was a perfect combination. Lightly floral with a hint of spices, a touch of citrus, and an exotic feel that created several sadistic images. \u201cJust a woman with a whip and a bat located in her closet. I\u2019d keep that in mind if I were you.\u201d How could I not laugh when spending time with her? She was a delight in every way.<\/p>\n

Challenging in one moment, defensive of her beliefs in another, and absolutely adorable in yet another. The combination kept me on my toes. But I offered her my hands. After placing hers on mine, she placed all four on the clay. \u201cIt\u2019s warmer than I expected.\u201d \u201cTo help mold the clay. Like with the game, a light touch at least at first. Feel the clay. Enjoy the way the medium slips through your fingers.\u201d<\/p>\n

With her voice seductive as well as firm, she offered a few additional instructions as we created a vase, the oblong shape as fascinating as the woman. My balls throbbed as her scent infused my senses. I was completely intoxicated and certainly not because of the volume of alcohol.<\/p>\n

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Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. 1kitap1.com\/en M CHAPTER 1 ontgomery A stark sweep of humid air hit me in the face as soon as I headed out the door. Puddles reflected the eerie glow of streetlamps, still rippling as the last drops splashed across the wet concrete. It was late, after ten in the evening, the day long and arduous. Even with the streetlights crisscrossing a pattern of yellowish light across the sidewalk and street, a malevolent feeling lingered from the earlier thunderstorm.<\/p>\n

As soon as I was outside, I yanked at my tie, the tight confines suffocating. I\u2019d been in the monkey suit since five in the morning, not only forced to handle the typical day-to-day activities of the Prince family kingdom, but also dealing with a more substantial issue. Providing a lesson in betrayal.<\/p>\n

Fortunately, at least for the asshole in question, he\u2019d lived. For now. But I wasn\u2019t in the mood to deal with anyone\u2019s crap. I was exhausted from eighty-hour weeks, craving a tall bourbon without ice and to indulge in a blood-rare steak. At least my favorite restaurant would still be open.<\/p>\n

In other words, they\u2019d open their doors for their favorite customer. A smirk crossed my face. With as many occasions as I\u2019d eaten at their fine establishment, they should offer me a permanent table and a plaque. Maybe I\u2019d mention that to the owner. As I headed to my car, I was surprised at the quiet atmosphere. As if a brutal silence had enveloped the city.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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