Barter Games (Part 5 of 5)

Around him, it’s as if my body has a mind of its own, doing whatever he tells me to do.

Pia Monroe
5 min readNov 14, 2021
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The Heiress

I wake up to the sound of Mariano talking to someone and for a moment I forget where I am. But only for a moment, for the soreness between my thighs and the tender spots where he bit me immediately remind me of what happened last night and how much I want more of it — the feel of his hands on my skin, his mouth on mine, and his glorious cock filling me completely.

I want him to fuck me senseless like he did last night. I can’t even believe I screamed his name like he ordered me to, not caring that everyone would hear me. What on earth would they think of me now?

His slut?

I giggle. Like I care.

I don’t even feel shame when I think of the word. I want to be his slut. Any time. Any day. Around him, it’s as if my body has a mind of its own, doing whatever he tells me to do. I want him to fuck me any way he wants, use me, fill me, own me.

“Good morning, darling. Sleep well?”

I open my mouth to say yes but all that comes out is a croak. Mariano chuckles. He’s dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans, and boots. “You did scream yourself hoarse last night.” He hands me a cup…

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Pia Monroe

Hopeless romantic, writer of erotic love stories and an accidental narrator. All stories are intended for 18+. Find my books on piamonroe.com