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Ariella sighed into the darkness of her room while her fingertips stroked Krispy's back. The entire apartment was completely quiet. Sean was gone, thankfully. She loved him, and loved how he wanted to take care of her, but she was over it. She needed a break from him bashing Murphy and fawning over her. He wanted her to come with him and spend some time on set but Ariella had said no. She couldn't hide away. She just wanted to cry without hearing how everything was going to be fine. She wanted to be mad without listening to Sean call Murphy a dickhead.

' I miss you. So much right now.' Murphy's text read. She shook her head and let her phone come to rest against her chest. ' I hate sleeping alone.'

Ariella brought her hands to the sides of her eyes. She wiped away her hot tears as she shook with her sadness. She hated sleeping alone too. Her sobs echoed through her room. She was used to having his warm, hard body next to her. She was used to him having his arm around her, pulling her close and holding her tight. She loved how he'd nestle into her hair and at the back of her neck. She closed her face with her hands, curled up into herself and started to cry harder.

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" Hey Baby, I got a place. Fast right? Turns out, this guy I'm renting from had to cut out fast. Got a sick mom or something. He left all his stuff behind so the apartment is furnished." Ariella sighed and listened to Murphy giving her directions to the apartment. She closed her eyes and shook her head. " So, I hope you will come by. At least let me know how your cheek is doing, alright? I love you."

" I am so stupid." Ariella whispered to herself as she ended the call to her voicemail. " This is going to work." She slipped her phone into her pocket while she walked up the stairs to the second story of the apartment building. Forcing herself to take deep breaths, she moved down his hallway. Her heart was in her throat. She was going to teach him a lesson, a lesson on using people.

Murphy had his arms out and spread across the back of the couch. His head was back and he was staring at the ceiling of his new place. It was a month to month rental because he was hoping she'd want him back soon. Murphy hadn't spoken to her yet though. Three days had went by since they broke up and he called her every day, once in the morning to say good morning, when he got off work, then right before bed, but she hadn't called him back.

That's okay, though, he told himself. She just needed time to process everything, time to get her head on straight. Murphy could give her that. He was just reminding her of how much he loved her and how sorry he was. A knock at the door pulled Murphy off the couch. Who was coming to see him? No one knew his address, but Ariella. All the air in Murphy's body left him at once as he almost ran to the door. He threw open the door with his hands shaking.

" You came." He almost whispered. A slow smile started across his face.

" I did." Ariella said. He moved out of the doorway, completely unable to contain his excitement.

" Come in." He said.

Ariella walked in and looked around at the small apartment. Right off to her left was a doorway that she could see went into his kitchen. Just ahead of her was the living room and to her right was the bathroom and a bedroom. Murphy came up to her side with his hands in his pockets and a smile. Her heart was slamming and she was wondering if she had made a mistake. Could she do this? Too late now.

" Can I get you something to drink?" Murphy asked.

" No. I just want you to kiss me." Ariella said, meeting him straight in the eye. She heard him exhale and tried hard to not be affected by the excitement in his face.

" You don't have to ask me twice." He said, coming to her at once.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, tugged her against him and brushed his lips against her. Ariella closed her eyes and tried to ignore the sharp longing that jetted through her. She would stomp it down. As his tongue invaded her mouth, she yelled at herself to toughen up. She wanted him but she was also angry with him. He had hurt her. He had planned on using her.

" I missed you." Murphy whispered against her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut. She did not miss him. She would not say it back.

" Show me your bedroom." She whispered. Murphy sighed and squeezed her.

" You sure you don't want to talk first? I feel like I want to explain things to you." He whispered.

" Just take me to bed, Murphy." No talking.

With her hand wrapped up tight in his, Murphy led her towards one of the doors that were off to the right of the door. He pushed open the door and pulled her into the room. He turned around with a smile. He reached his other hand out to her. Against Ariella's better judgment, she smiled and let her hand slip into his. He pulled her towards him more. He interlaced their fingers and raised their arms into the air. He grinned and gave her arms a yank. Her body collided with his, making him laugh.

" I love you." He whispered as he dropped his head down to take her pulse into his mouth.

' Do not cry.' She said to herself. They both needed this. He needed to learn what it felt like to be used. She needed him to touch her.

" No talking." She whispered as he let her arms come done.

" Can we talk afterwards?" Murphy whispered. Her mouth dropped open at the feeling of his lips touching her heated skin. " We need to talk, Babe." Ariella turned them so his back was to the bed.

" Shut up." She snapped, pushing him down to the bed. Murphy grinned as he laid back. " Get undressed."

He moved in a flash. He yanked his shirt off and flung it across the room. He kicked his shoes off while working at his zipper. He was so hard, it hurt. He loved it when she was like this. So controlling, so demanding. They would have sex, emotional, make-up sex, then cuddle in the bed and talk. Maybe he could even come back to their apartment with her that night.

Ariella reached up under her skirt and made a grab for her panties. She pulled them down while he licked his lips and stared at her. He was flat on his back with his hands on either side of the mattress. He wasn't going to try and touch her. He would wait to see what she wanted, what she ordered him to do. He grinned while his dick jerked, smacking his stomach.

" You have no idea how great this is." He whispered.

" I don't want to hear you talking." Ariella said, climbing her way back onto the bed. She pushed her skirt up but stayed completely dressed. Murphy knew this game. He was her slave, she was the master. As a slave, he was not permitted to see her naked body. Oh God, he loved this woman.

And he loved how tight she was when she took him in deep. His eyes shut and his head went back as she took him in, inch by inch. Her hands came to his shoulders. Her nails dug in hard but he knew better than to whine. If he made a sound, it would be over. She'd pull out of him and they would be nothing for him for a while. For her yeah because she would force him to watch while she pleasured herself and he wouldn't be allowed to touch himself. It was his favorite erotic game because afterward she made herself come, if he had been a good boy, she had always sucked him off.

Ariella closed her eyes and bit down into her bottom lip while she rode him hard. She whined and whimpered. So good. Sex between them was so unbelievably good. Murphy's hands tighten on the sheet off the bed. His hips rose up then back down. Her back arched and her pace increased. His mouth opened then shut. He opened his eyes then slammed them shut. He couldn't watch he while she fucked him or it would be over.

" Murphy," She whispered. " touch me." His hands slammed down on her hips as if he had been waiting on edge for her to ask just that.

" Always." He panted out.

She was going to lose it soon. She could feel the orgasm uncoiling it's self, getting ready to rush her body. He was tensing and groaning loud, a sure sign that he was getting ready to come. Inside he was jerking. Outside his mouth had open again. She slammed her mouth against his, letting their teeth collide. One of his hands flew into her hair, holding her there while he owed her mouth, twisting his tongue around hers as fast as he could.

When his little girlfriend came on top of him, her body shook and clamped down on his. His hands tighten on her, slamming her down on him so he could flew into her body. He threw his head back and cursed. Why did being inside her feel better than anything else on the planet? How she gave him bone melting orgasms, Murphy would never know.

Murphy smiled with his eyes still shut. A thin line of sweat was across his chest and he was panting. His hands slipped from her hips as his body started to relax so he could enjoy the after orgasm afterglow. It didn't matter though because at any minute she was going to collapse on top of him. Then he'd wrapped his arms around her and they would talk. They would fix things, mend things. He'd bury his lips into her hair, they would exchange the I Love You's and then they would be together again.

But that didn't happen. Ariella pulled away harshly, making him slip out and flop onto the bed. Murphy opened his eyes, confused about why she wasn't cuddling with him like she always did. She stood up, made a grab for her panties and started to slip them on. Murphy propped himself up on his elbows and frowned. Why won't she look at him?

" Babe, what are you doing?" He asked.

" Getting dressed." Ariella adjusted her panties under her skirt then started to smooth it down before facing him again.

" Why?" He asked. " Lay with me so we can talk."

" Talk?" She asked with a laugh. " How many women did you talk to after you fucked them?"

" What?" Murphy asked, sitting up completely.

" This was about sex, Murphy, not talking." She said. " Now I have to go."

" No!" Murphy said, loudly. He reached out for her but she started right away from him. " Ariella, we need to talk."

" No. We are done talking to each other. I needed something, I came to you and got it. Just like what you were going to do to me." Realization hit him in a cold rush. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

" I get it, Ariella. Okay?" He opened his eyes to find she had moved to the bedroom door. He pushed himself up and out of the bed, still completely naked. " You are doing to me what I have done to others, what I was going to do to you but I don't want to play this game."

" This isn't a game, Murphy." Ariella said. " This is my life."

" Let me get dressed. We need to talk." Murphy said, bending down and making a grab for his boxers.

" No, thanks." He looked up at her, completely stunned that she could sound so cold to him. " I don't want to talk to you." With that, she spun and started towards his front door.

" Ariella!" He called out. " Wait!" He threw on his boxers as fast as he could but it didn't help. His front door slammed shut. " Ariella!" He shouted.

The second the door was shut, Ariella started running. She needed to get away from him as fast as she could because if he touched her and pulled her against him, she would cave. She hit the doorway to the stairs at the same time she heard his door open and him yell for him. Tears sprung to her eyes. This had to be how it went. He needed to be taught a lesson. He needed to be as hurt as she was.

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