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 of coffee. “Here. Drink up.”

I sit up, making sure the linens cover my nakedness. “Where’d you get this?”

“The commissary crate that washed up on the shore,” he replies and I vaguely remember him mentioning the same thing last night. “Dennis and I found two of them and dragged it to this side of the beach. Besides the linens and some plastic and paper silverware, there are canned goods, too. We’re lucky in that regard but we need to ration it with everyone else on the island until we’re rescued.”

I eye him suspiciously. “And it just so happened to have coffee, too?”

“Yup.” He pauses as I take a sip of black coffee and make a face. “Sorry, darling, no sugar.”

“If it can stop my caffeine withdrawal to kick in, it’s good the way it is.” I take one more sip before looking up at him. “But wait. I haven’t bartered anything for this yet.”



Pia Monroe

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