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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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The morning dawns warm and sunny. I awaken at Punk’s side, finding that he is propped up in bed, reading a comic book: I have my left arm draped over his waist.
“Good morning, sleepy-head” he states, never taking his eyes from his book.
“Mmm, good morning, sir” I answer, cuddling even closer to him. His skin smells good as I press my face against his left upper arm and kiss his flesh.
“We should shower and order some breakfast”
Using my hand, I peruse his chest, feeling the muscle under his skin. I really don’t want to get up yet: I’d much rather stay in bed with him and snuggle… but I imagine that he’s hungry. Slowly I stir, sitting up in bed and letting the sheets fall from my frame.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re naked” Punk comments, closing his book and putting it on the nightstand.
I blush furiously as I get up and make my way to the bathroom. I relieve myself, brush my teeth, and then start the shower… Punk is right behind me, using the toilet as I climb in under the spray. I get to work washing my hair and body so that I’m clean by the time that he joins me.
“Pussycat” he breathes, switching positions with me so that he is underneath the showerhead, “You’ve got to learn to take compliments”
I’m not sure what he means. “Sir?” I ask, watching as he wets his hair.
“Shampoo” he directs. I hand it to him and he answers me. “I gave you a compliment and you just blushed… I would have liked it if you would have thanked me”
Uh-oh… now I feel bad. “Thank you, sir” I try.
Lathering up his scalp, he looks at me, raising an eyebrow. “I think you’re missing the point, babe… although I appreciate the effort”
He leans back in the water and rinses his hair, at which time I grab the soap and rub it on a wash rag. I start out washing his chest, cleansing him just as I have ever since our very first shared shower…
I yelp as Punk suddenly grabs onto my upper arms and crushes my body against his, staring down at me.
“You know that I like to be thanked, don’t you, Star?” he queries, his mouth close to mine.
“Yes, sir, I do” I confirm, nervously licking my lips.
“Oh, don’t do that” Punk laments. “You’re making me horny”
I almost smirk: he was hard when he came into the shower, but I’m not about to mention that anymore than I’m about to mention the fact that I currently can feel his hard cock pressing to my belly.
Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine and whispers, “My good little girl… don’t forget the rules. They’re important”
“Yes, sir” I reply, closing my eyes. I’m forward, I know, but I kiss him, happily accepting his tongue into my mouth. His toothpaste is fantastic coupled with his tongue.
Punk just pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. The washrag gets lost between us, releasing a cascade of soap down both of our chests…
After he has fully pillaged my mouth, he releases me and orders, “Wash me: fast. I want to fuck you”
I obey, drawing the soapy washrag over his chest and arms, down to his toned stomach and lower… I don’t know which one of us is more tortured by the fact that I have to wash his aching cock before I move down to his legs. He turns quickly so that I can clean the back of him… Once I am done, he rinses himself quickly and turns off the water.
“Out” he commands, motioning for me to leave the shower.
I do as he says, grabbing a towel once I am out and drying my body and hair…
“Uh-uh” Punk denies, taking hold of me by my arms so that I drop the towel. Whirling me around, he lifts me up and sets me down on the countertop. He forces my legs open and enters me so roughly that I yelp. “That’s a girl” he coos despite his hard, sharp thrusts, “so nice and wet”
Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him and grab on to his shoulders. “Punk… sir…!”
“Yes, baby, yes… Take it from me!”
What else can I do? What’s even worse is that I like it, like his roughness and the way that he’s fucking me with abandon. My head hits the wall behind me and I hiss in pain…
Adapting quickly, Punk slides his right hand around to cup the back of my skull, holding me firmly so that I won’t get hurt. I want to thank him, but all that I can do is cry out and try to call him sir. The fingers of his left hand are dug into my hip so that I know he’s going to leave marks behind on my skin.
Thrust after thrust, his cock penetrating me deeply on each inward stroke. He’s so fucking hard… each time that he barrels into me, my inner muscles involuntarily try to grab onto him.
“Baby, I need your pussy so bad” Punk huffs. “Do you need me, too?”
“Yes, sir!” I manage to spit out. Oh, the things that I want to tell him… that I love him, that I need him more than he knows, that he treats me better than any man that I’ve ever been with…
In and out of me, strokes so hard that they hurt: but they send a delicious pang of bliss up my spine and down into my toes…
“Love… you…” I whine, squeezing his shoulders.
“Oh-ho, yes!” he answers, somehow managing to pound into me even harder. “Say it again, pussycat!”
I’m fighting to keep my eyes open, on the edge of orgasm and breathless, but I force the words out once more. “Love… you… sir!”
“Good girl… and a good girl gets my come”
What comes over him, I don’t know, but suddenly he slows his hips to a snails’ pace. Taking his left hand from my hip, he rubs my clit with a maddening and deliberate slowness.
Oh my god…
I come hard, my entire body seizing up around him… at the first contraction from deep inside of my pussy, he goes off, grunting and growling as he comes…
When I come back to my senses, I realize that I’ve still got my arms and legs around him. I’m holding him close, my forehead pressed to his right shoulder. Punk is leaning against me and we’re both gasping for breath.
“S-sir?” I stutter, a bit unsure of my ability to speak.
“Yes, pussycat?” he groans, brushing his beard over my skin.
“I… oh, sir, there’s so much that I want to tell you…” I confess, turning my head towards his so that I can press a kiss to his cheek.
“Like?”
I run my fingers through his wet hair and kiss his temple. “I’ve never known a man like you before, sir… you’re so… intense…”
Punk chuckles at my words and slowly pulls back so that his eyes lock onto mine. “You’re not so bad yourself, kiddo… you don’t mind that I’m intense”
I close my eyes as he kisses me gently. “No, sir” I whisper against his lips, “Actually, I love that about you, sir”
“Do you, now?” he teases, brushing his lips over mine: I can feel his lip ring.
Placing my left hand on his face, I kiss him deeply, rubbing my tongue stud against his.
“Mmm, baby” Punk breathes, reluctantly releasing my mouth. “I hate to spoil the mood, but we need to eat and get on the road”
I nod my head in agreement, smoothing his hair back. “Yes, sir”
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