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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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Hampton, Virginia. Earlier tonight, Punk made his triumphant return to the WWE on Raw. I was a bit nervous about seeing the guys from Nexus again, but they welcomed me back with a flurry of hugs and kisses… as for the rest of the wrestlers, both male and female, they gave us a wide berth.
What amazed me, though, was the crowd’s reaction when Punk revealed himself to be back at the end of the show. John Cena had just won the “title” from Rey Mysterio when Punk’s new music hit: one of my favorite songs, “Cult of Personality” by Living Color. Punk really milked the audience for a while, letting them wonder what was going on… Then, as I watched from a monitor backstage with my Nexus “brothers” around me, my Master emerged on the platform. The crowd went wild and began to chant for Punk. By the time that Punk got into the ring and stood toe to toe with John, it was clear who the fan favorite was.
I’m a sentimental person, it’s true… but at that moment, as Punk lifted his title into the air to challenge John, the audience crying his name, a wave of pride ran through me. Yes, this is my lover, and he’s enjoying a tremendous amount of popularity… my heart warmed for him.
After the show, the old members of Nexus invited us out for drinks: I wanted to go, but since neither Punk nor I drink and Punk wanted to go to the hotel, we nixed the idea.
Now we’re back in our room, celebrating with diet Pepsi’s. I’ve never before seen Punk in such a good mood: he’s more amped than he was the night that he won the title. On that night, all of Nexus went out to celebrate in Chicago. My “brothers” got a little drunk, which had made Punk and I laugh at their antics. I feel even better tonight, though, watching Punk smile and ask me if I heard the chants.
“Yes, Master, I did” I reply, sipping from my drink.
“What a rush… it was SO FUCKING RAD!” Punk exclaims, the title belt still draped over his shoulder. Hell, he didn’t even undress after being at the show, he just threw on some sweatpants over his ring gear, he was so excited.
“You deserve it, sir” I reply, grinning along with him. “Every second of it”
“Oh, Star” he answers, stepping closer to me and kissing me soundly, “You deserve some of it, too, babe… you’ve stood by me through all of this shit”
Oh, but his kiss, his mood… I want to fuck him so very badly, but I rope it in, allowing him to enjoy his moment.
Punk puts his soda can down on one of the end tables by the bed and asks, “Have you ever held the championship belt?”
“No, sir”
He hands it to me and I gasp at its weight.
“My goodness, it’s so heavy, sir” I state, having to put down my own drink in order to truly look at it. Funny, he had it in his apartment the whole time that we were there, but I never got a chance to examine it. I love the gold and red of it, I love that it belongs around his waist…
“It’s definitely not a chick belt” he jokes.
“No, it’s not, sir” I agree, running my right index finger over the plate which has his name engraved in it.
Punk maneuvers himself so that he’s behind me and takes hold of the belt. He flips it around so that it faces away from me and puts it around my waist. It’s too big for me: it slides down from my middle and comes to rest on my hips.
“Sir?” I query, wondering what he’s up to.
Reaching down, he takes hold of the hem of my shirt (I’m wearing one of his new ones) and pulls it up and over my head, dropping it to the floor. I don’t protest as he undoes my bra… His hands come up to cup my breasts from behind.
“Mmm, you’re a beauty” Punk murmurs, brushing his bearded chin over my bare left shoulder. “I saw that look in your eyes a little while ago… you want to fuck me…”
Closing my eyes, I smile: he’s so damn perceptive. “Yes, sir” I confess.
He squeezes my breasts and sighs. “Take off the rest of your clothes”
I kick off my shoes and socks, then undo my jeans, pushing them down and off of my body with my underwear. Punk allows me to undress and then he’s on me again, pressing his body to mine from behind. He kisses the back of my neck and nuzzles his face into my hair.
“Pussycat, you smell so good” he breathes, slowly turning our bodies around so that we face the rooms’ mirror.
My reflection meets my eyes: I’m naked except for the title belt and Punk’s face is over my shoulder.
“My two possessions” he whispers, turning his head to kiss my ear. “Look at how beautiful you are together”
He’s referring to me and the belt, and I find myself blushing.
“Wish I could take a picture” Punk laments. “You’re total jack-off material”
Oh my god, the things that he says… Now I’m so flushed that I can feel my ears redden. “Sir…” I try.
“Uh-uh” he dismisses, reaching between us to pinch my left buttock so that I jump at the pain. “You’re going to accept that you’re fucking sexy as hell, Miss Star. Any man in his right mind would want a piece of you… but I’m the only one who gets to have you”
Oh, but I like the sound of that: I love it when he gets possessive.
His eyes meet mine in the reflection of the mirror and he smirks deviously. “Tell me that you want to fuck me, baby”
The words fall from my lips easily. “I want to fuck you, sir”
“Mmm” he responds, finding the junction of my neck and shoulder and sucking at it. His hands find my breasts again, but this time he uses his thumbs and forefingers to pinch my nipples into hardened peaks.
I close my eyes and shudder with bliss, feeling his hard cock pushing against my backside.
Slowly, as if he hates to do so, he steps back and states, “Undress me”
I turn to face him and start by taking off his shirt, baring his chest to my eager eyes. I scan his chest with my eyes and gasp: unbeknownst to me, he put in his nipple piercings when he got dressed tonight. “Oh, sir” I whisper, reaching out and touching his chest, “Your piercings are beautiful”
Punk grins seductively. “I knew you’d like them…”
“Oh, yes, sir” I agree. I want to run my tongue over them, but first things first: he asked me to undress him.
I grasp the waistband of his sweatpants and drag them down, smiling when he helps me get him out of them. Now I’m faced with his ring gear, his kickpads, boots and trunks. They’re the same ones that he wore in Chicago, with the same colors of the Chicago flag.
Hitting my knees, I undo his kickpads one at a time, sliding them down over his boots as he lifts his feet. I take off his kneepads as well, one at a time… Attacking the laces on his boots, I grin when he reaches down and strokes the top of my head. He’s being incredibly loving tonight… Off with his boots…
Last but not least, I have his trunks to take off. I look up at him to find his eyes: they’re like deep, hazel pools that I could drown in…
Punk snaps his fingers to get me out of my reverie. “Trunks, honey”
I take hold of the elastic of his trunks and slide them down, being careful not to snag them on his erection. I take them down to his feet and watch as he steps out of them.
He offers his hand to me and gets me back on my feet, pulling me into a deep kiss. Oh, but I’m mindless in seconds with his skilled tongue caressing mine… I move to take off the championship belt…
“Who told you to take it off?” Punk queries hotly, grabbing my left wrist in his hand and stopping me. “Don’t be naughty, baby. I’m trying to celebrate here”
“Sir, I just thought… well, it’s heavy…”
“It suits you, pussycat: just like I do” he answers, releasing my hand. “I want you to wear it”
I’m not about to argue with him: I love him too much. A funny thought comes to my mind and I giggle…
“What?” Punk inquires, shifting his hand so that he’s cupping my face.
“Nothing, sir” I explain. “Just a silly thought…”
“Really?” he deadpans. “I like silly thoughts”
“Well, sir, I was wondering if John Cena ever put this title around a girl’s waist”
Punk laughs, pressing his forehead to mine. “Somehow, I highly doubt it, pussycat… Now, kiss me…”
I obey, rubbing my tongue to his and sliding my arms around his neck. God, but he feels good against me, his body hard and warm. I’m just about to ask him if he wants me to take the tape off of his hands and wrists when he surprises me by moving us backward until I can feel the wall pressed against me. Using his strength, he lifts me up off of the floor and impales me on his hard cock. I cry out in a mixture of surprise and bliss… I wrap my legs around his waist as he begins to fuck me roughly. Oh my god… I hold on to him as if my life depended on it. The pleasure I feel is intense…
“That’s my baby” Punk coos, pressing his lips to my forehead. “You feel so fucking good”
“Sir” I manage to squeak out, doing my best to keep from scratching up his back with my nails, “Oh my god…”
The belt digs into my flesh and scrapes against the wall with his every thrust. I find myself licking his throat, just doing whatever I can to express to him how wonderful he feels inside of me…
After a few more minutes, Punk carries me over to the bed and lies down on the mattress so that I’m above him. With his taped hands, he caresses my breasts and then takes hold of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. Our tongues dance as I draw my fingertips over his chest, finding his pierced nipples easily. Pulling back from our embrace, I quietly ask, “May I lick your nipples, sir?”
Punk gives me a big smile, showing me his beautiful teeth. “You want to, pussycat?”
“Oh, yes, please, sir” I answer as he strokes my back.
“Mmm, well, then… have at them…”
Grinning, I lower my head, finding his right nipple first. I lathe it with my tongue, which makes him sigh… and then I use my lips to gently pull at the bar piercing. Beneath me, Punk moans. Oh, yes, I love the taste of him, love that I can make him cry out.
He anxiously rolls his hips upward into mine which makes me mew in the back of my throat. His big cock is swollen within me and he is letting me know, in his way, that he wants me to fuck him. Although I continue to play with his piercings, switching over to the left one now, I begin to move my hips over him. Oh, yes, the sensation of him sliding in and out of me: it’s heaven.
“Good girl” he praises, knitting his fingers in my hair. “Love your pussy…”
“And I love your cock, sir” I reply, breaking away from his chest. I sit up fully over him, my hands on his pecs, and go up and down, up and down, setting a slow, deep pace.
“It’s so nice when you love my body with your own” Punk breathes, grimacing with pleasure. “It’s so nice that you love me”
Oh, but I do… I could go to the top of this hotel and scream it from the rooftops…
He brushes his right hand against my face and I catch his thumb with my lips, sucking it into my mouth.
“Mmm, baby… that is so hot…” he whispers, moving his thumb in and out of my mouth.
I’m so turned on… I move over him faster and faster, deep, smooth strokes that have us both moaning. I want him to come first and set me off…
Beneath me, Punk groans and shifts, smiling at me. “You’re so beautiful when all you wanna do is fuck” he comments.
He slides his hands down so that they’re on the Championship belt and he holds me by it, helping me rock over his dick.
“Oh, pussycat… do you want me to come inside of you?”
“Yes, sir” I whine, my hands on his chest. “I want you to come so bad…”
“Mmm, because when I come you’ll come?”
I nod frantically… “Yes, sir… your throbbing cock will push me over the edge…”
Punk likes what I say: he growls lowly and begins to thrust up into me in time with my movements. I’m split on his dick as he uses the belt for leverage… oh god, I’m so close…
“Honey, I’m gonna come” Punk warns, huffing. “I’m gonna come for you”
Oh, yes…
Inside of me, his cock swells and he shoots his fluid deep. One pulse from him and I’m coming, screaming his name and scratching at his chest with my nails. Oh, but it’s so good… my entire body throbs with pleasure from my head down to my toes. I can hear him growling with his bliss as I collapse upon him…
When I finally come back from my reverie, I’m gasping for breath and holding on to him.
“Baby girl” he muses hoarsely, running his hands through my hair, “Oh, pussycat, kiss me…”
Lifting my head, I find his lips, moaning when he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. He slides his hands down my back and slowly undoes the belt, pulling it out from between us. Ever so casually, he drops it to the hotel room floor by the bed and rolls us onto our sides.
“My hands” he orders, breaking our kiss.
Starting with his left hand, I pull the tape away from it, pausing to kiss his knuckles. He watches me with no small bit of satisfaction on his face.
“You know, honey, you’re a good little valet” he praises.
I can’t help but to giggle as I move on to his right hand: this time I kiss the X that’s marked on the back of his hand before I remove the tape. I hope that I’m not being too affectionate…
Just as the thought passes through my mind, he kisses me again, holding me close to his body. His embrace is nothing short of thorough and has me reeling in seconds. He’s not one to express his emotions verbally, I know that, so I bask in the love that he is showing me with his kiss.
“Mmm” Punk states softly, releasing my mouth. “Turn the lights off, will you, babe? I wanna sleep a little”
I have to dismount him in order to get up: I cry out unhappily as I feel his cock leave me, but I still obey, shutting off the lights and then climbing back into bed with him.
For my efforts, I get an arm around my waist and another kiss, this one so soft and loving that I almost want to cry.
“Night-night, Miss Star”
“Goodnight, sir”
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