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Master and Submissive	By : sugarkisses Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 5702 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own or know CM Punk/Phil Brooks, I make no money from this. This is a work of ficttion!

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When I awaken in the morning, Punk is lying beside me, reading his comic book. It’s early, but it’s as if my body recognized that this is our last day away from the WWE and I awoke just to spend as much time with him as possible. I snuggle even closer to him and place a kiss on the Pepsi tattoo on his shoulder.
“Good morning, pussycat” he chirps without looking away from his comic. “I’d like some coffee”
“Good morning, sir” I respond. “I’ll get right on it, sir”
“Good girl” Punk retorts.
Getting out of bed, I once again slide into his white shirt and head for the bathroom. I quickly use the toilet and brush my teeth before exiting.
I’m half way to the kitchen when I hear him get up and go to relieve himself. My god, he stayed at my side last night even though he couldn’t sleep… he kept me warm. My heart melts for him as I get the coffee going, and I’m thinking of how sweet he is when he pops into the kitchen. I’m not even aware that he’s there until he gives me a slap on the ass: I jump, but recover quickly.
Punk laughs at my response. “Geez, honey, it’s not like I walked in here like a stealth ninja”
“Sorry, sir, I was thinking…”
“About?”
I turn to face him: he’s sitting at the table, smirking at me. I decide to be honest. “I was thinking about how lucky I am to be with you, sir”
“Star” he sighs. “Come here…”
Obeying him, I move forward and allow him to pull me onto his lap. Mmm, but he’s warm and half naked, and I lace my arms around his neck.
“We’re lucky, baby… we have a relationship that works” He pauses in speaking to press his face into my hair: I can feel his warm breath against my neck, and it gives me goose pimples. “You’re my good girl and I’m your Master”
“Yes, sir” I agree, shifting around so that I can press a tender kiss to his temple. I really do love the bastard, I don’t care what anybody says.
“So, tell me” he implores, “How do you want to spend today? Besides packing, that is…”
I smile as he brushes my hair aside and places kisses on my neck. “I want to do what you want to do, sir”
“No, no, no” Punk corrects, lightly slapping my chin. “I’m asking you what YOU want to do”
I have to think for a moment. “Well, I’d like to get some breakfast, sir…”
“That’s a given”
“And we have to pack, sir”
“Mmm-hmm”
God, but he’s being patient with me. I know what I want, but I wonder if it will be okay…
“C’mon, Star… don’t be shy” he directs, putting his left hand on my back.
“I’d like to… well, to be honest, sir… I’d like to spend the day in bed…”
Punk smiles at me and rubs my back. “Are you saying that you want to spend the whole day fucking me?”
I second guess myself a bit, but I forge on. “Yes, sir… I want to spend the whole day fucking you”
He laughs gently. “Oh, my sweet little pussycat… You’re just a romantic at heart, aren’t you? Of course, other than meals and packing, I have to admit that sounds lovely” Pausing, he plays with my hair, curling it around his index finger and kissing me softly. “Now get me some coffee”
I hadn’t even noticed that the coffee was done brewing, I was too busy reveling in his attention. Getting up off of his lap, I quickly pour him a cup, adding cream and sugar before I hand him his mug. I get myself a cup and turn to him…
Oh, but the sly look on his face, as if he’s imagining all of the different ways that he could take me… I blush.
Punk chuckles over his mug. “Oh, that’s right, pussycat. I’m thinking about all of the naughty, nasty things that we’re going to do”
“Sir” I whine, staring into my coffee.
“Are you getting embarrassed, Star? You’re the one who suggested we spend our day in bed, after all”
He’s right, and although my stomach is full of butterflies, I meet his eyes. He winks at me and I melt…
“Finish your coffee” Punk demands, smiling.
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We’re all packed, clean clothes in our suitcases, toiletries tucked away… We spent the day in bed, pausing only for meals and a shower, leaving packing as our last task. Now it’s dark outside, and I can’t help but to feel some sadness that we’re leaving.
“We’ll come back to Chicago every chance that we get” Punk promises, sitting back down on the bed. “I like to come home often”
I close my suitcase and look up at him: I’m sitting on the floor, naked.
“Pussycat, don’t be so sad” he chastises. “You’re going to be with me, you know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir” I answer. “It’s just that this has been so nice”
“You’re right, it has” Punk agrees, scratching his beard. “I’ve liked having you all to myself. Now we have to go back into the meat grinder… but it’s what we do, honey. We wrestle, and I miss being in the ring”
“So do I, sir” I reply quietly. “It’s just going to be so different without Nexus”
Punk shifts so that he’s sitting Indian-style on the mattress, his favorite position. “It’ll be different, yeah… but the guys will still be there, and they love you. You’re like a little sister to them”
I smile gently. “They’re my brothers, sir”
“And what am I?” he queries seductively, crooking his finger at me to get me to come closer.
I crawl towards him on the carpet, moving until I meet him. I lift myself up so that I can rest my hands on his knees and grin up at him. “You’re my Master, sir”
Punk smirks, reaching down to grasp my chin with his right hand. “Damn straight, I am… You know, back when I first took over Nexus, I thought that maybe there was something between you and Otunga…”
I giggle, rubbing my palms over his knees. “Sir… David is married”
“Still… you two were awful chummy. I wanted you all to myself” Punk pauses, placing his hands on mine and squeezing. “Now I have you all to myself…”
I’m not quite expecting the kiss that he gives me: it’s sweet at first and then suddenly searing. Before I know it, he has pulled me up from the carpet and onto the bed with him. We roll around on the mattress and kiss, trading off between who is on top until Punk firmly rolls himself over me.
He releases my mouth and starts in on my throat, biting and licking my skin. I can feel his hard cock against my belly and it turns me on.
“Tell me that you’re mine” he demands, licking his way up to my left earlobe and biting.
“Oh, sir… I’m all yours” I reply, returning his affection by rubbing his shoulders. “I love you”
Punk chuckles happily and slides down my body to my breasts. “Are these tits mine?” he queries, squeezing them one after another.
“Yes, sir…”
“And this pussy?” His right hand cups my sex, making me arch my back.
“Oh, yes, sir… all yours”
“What about this sweet ass?” he asks, slapping my left buttock.
Oh my god, he has me so horny… “Yours, sir”
Punk moves back upward and kisses me hotly. “And this naughty, sexy mouth?”
“All yours, sir” I answer, pressing my lips to his. Our tongues clash and caress and I draw my hands down his back.
“Mmm, that’s right” he agrees between kisses, “I own you”
“There was never a doubt in my mind, sir” I capitulate: and I mean it. I don’t think that there was a doubt in his mind, either… he just wanted to hear me confirm his thoughts.
“You were made to be my girl… your body was made to pleasure mine…”
“Yes, sir”
Punk shifts our bodies so that I’m lying on top of him. “Pleasure me, pussycat…”
I start out by kissing him full and deep, rubbing my tongue to his. I run my hands over his chest and then follow their path with my lips and tongue. He tastes so wonderfully salty and sweet… I pay special attention to his nipples, which makes him sigh. Down I go over his sculpted abdomen, to my prize which lies between his legs. Taking hold of his shaft with my right hand, I gently squeeze his cock.
“Oh, baby… be rough with me…”
I’m not sure how to go about being rough with him… I certainly don’t want to hurt him. I squeeze his cock again, a bit more firmly…
“Yes, like that… Don’t be afraid, honey, I’ll tell you if you go too far”
I stroke him firmly from base to tip, his slit releasing his precome, which I lick away hungrily. I go down to his balls and suck the left one into my mouth voraciously… he hisses.
“Not quite so hard” Punk admonishes, pulling on my hair. When I ease up a bit, he groans happily. “Yes, baby… just like that”
Mmm, but he tastes good. I suck his left testicle until I can feel that it is swollen before I move on to the right. All the while he is playing with my hair with his right hand, trading off between tugging on it and stroking it softly.
Back up to his cock I go, finding the head moist and dripping… I lick away the excess fluid quickly and then take the head into my mouth, sucking hard.
“Oh, honey” Punk laments, “That feels so good, Star…”
I use my tongue as I suck, rubbing it over the sensitive underside of his cockhead, my tongue stud stimulating him. Slowly, to maximize the pleasure for him, I take him into my mouth completely.
“Oh god” he huffs, both of his hands now on my head, “That’s it… take all of me. I fucking love it when you choke on my cock”
He’s right, I’m gagging myself, but it just feels so good to have him in my mouth. After a while, though, I have to slide back up so that I can breathe. I don’t relent: I suck him deep and hard, going up and down his length. I’ve never really considered myself much of a cocksucker, but with him… I can’t deny him, or the fact that he both feels and tastes so good in my mouth. Reaching down between his legs, I find his balls again, and I massage them firmly, but no harder than I had been sucking them.
Minutes pass and I’m truly enjoying myself when he orders me to stop. Obedient to him, I do so, wishing that I could finish him off in my mouth.
“Star” he whispers huskily, “Kiss me…”
I climb my way back up his body, pausing to kiss his heaving chest once more before I press my lips to his. He doesn’t hesitate: he veritably rapes my mouth with his own, and I give to him willingly as he strokes my back.
“Can taste myself on your tongue” Punk laments between kisses. “I taste good…”
“Yes, you do, sir” I purr in response, smiling despite myself.
“You know, I couldn’t say that to anyone but you”
“Why is that, sir?” I know how some men are: some shrink from their own taste, or think that if they like it, they must be gay.
He places tender kisses on my throat, his right hand tangling in my hair. “You know why, pussycat” he surmises, yet again showing his ability to follow my train of thought.
“I love your taste, sir… why shouldn’t you?” I query. Maybe I’ve gone too far, but at least I’m being honest…
“Star, you’re being impertinent” Punk chastises, slapping me on the behind. He’s smiling, though, so I don’t feel like I’ve overstepped my boundaries. “Now, climb up here and give me your pussy”
Oh, but I’m quick to comply… I straddle his face, placing my palms on the wall over his bed. He’s just as eager: I feel his warm, wet tongue run through my folds. Oh, god…
He works me ravenously, pulling on my outer lips with his mouth, shoving his tongue in my hole. I cry out and find myself digging my nails into the wall as he sucks on my clit, vacillating between being soft and sweet and absolutely merciless. It hurts a bit, but is also so goddamn fulfilling, like he just can’t get enough of me. He puts his hands on my ass and buries his face in me.
I’ve never had a man feast upon me like this… my mind is spinning, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Oh, sir” I cry, finding it hard to keep my eyes open. “Oh, my god…”
“Shh, let me eat baby” Punk responds, pulling away for just a second, “I want you to come on my face”
When he goes back at me, I lose myself, coming in waves and waves upon his hot tongue. I scream unintelligibly and tremble so hard that I’m afraid that I will fall backwards… but he has got me, strong arms wrapped around my waist. He continues to lick and suck until I’m mindless…
“Mmm, somebody came hard” he teases, gently sliding me backwards so that I’m straddling his chest.
“I just… oh god, sir…” The words pour out of me stupidly: I can’t control them.
“Star…” Punk breathes, running his hands over my hips, “Baby, don’t you ever apologize because I made you come. You’re fucking beautiful when you come”
Oh, but I love him… I slide myself further down his body so that I can kiss him. My taste is all over his tongue and lips: pulling back I lick at his beard, collecting all of my juices…
I arch my back and cry out when he shifts his hips and enters me. My pussy is still pulsing from my orgasm, but that doesn’t make my hunger for him abate. I push my tongue against his and start to move over him in firm strokes.
“Oh, yes” Punk cries, finding my breasts with his hands. “Just like that, pussycat…fuck me nice and rough”
I have no intentions of doing anything less. I want to work him as good as he did me. Love for him pours out of me as I slide up and down his cock, riding him for all I’m worth.
“Look at you, you wild woman” he compliments, squeezing my tits. “You’re so fucking beautiful”
I feel beautiful… something about our coupling makes me feel like the woman I’ve always wanted to be, seductive, strong…
We fuck like two wild animals, breathing heavily and crying out. When Punk shouts to me that he’s about to come, I moan loudly in agreement because I’m about to orgasm, too.
I’ve never ridden a man with so much abandon before… He comes first, grunting and thrusting his hips raggedly into mine. That’s all it takes for me to go over the edge again. My pussy contracts around him, milking his big cock for every last drop of come that he has…
I collapse upon him, sweaty and unable to move. Beneath me, he is in a similar state.
We don’t come back to our senses for a while, but when we do, he laughs hoarsely.
“Pussycat… oh my god, you were absolutely wanton: I liked it”
I blush against his chest: somehow I manage to lift my head up and place kisses on his tattoos.
“Mmm” Punk sighs, gently stroking my hair. “Kiss me, Star”
We embrace, his hands suddenly holding my face: he brushes his thumbs over my cheeks in a loving manner, so loving, in fact, that I find myself wanting to tell him just how much he means to me…
“We should try to get some sleep” he commands, kissing my forehead. “We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow”
“I love you” I blurt out, rubbing his chest with my right hand. “I love you SO much”
Punk gives me a warm smile. “You’re not so bad yourself, kiddo”
Praise from my Master… I lie back down upon him, my ear pressed to his heart as he kisses the top of my head and we both drift off to sleep.
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