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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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Morning dawns bright and early. He hates the early part of the day with a vengeance, I know that, so I do my best to get out of bed without waking him: I have to pee.
I’m almost off of the mattress when he grabs me forcefully by the wrist.
“Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom, sir” I reply nervously. His tone is gruff and I’m frightened that I woke him.
“Okay… but order some coffee when you’re done”
“Yes, sir”
“And let me sleep until it gets here, will you? Jesus Christ, you’re up early”
I reply in the affirmative and head out to the bathroom to relieve myself. Pausing to brush my teeth, I check the spot on my inner thigh that he bit last night: I have a huge, dark hickey along with teeth marks in my flesh. It’s only a bit painful to the touch, no worse than ring burn.
Leaving the bathroom, I put on a robe provided by the hotel and quietly sneak into the front room. I order us coffee and breakfast: it doesn’t take long for it to arrive. I decide to take the initiative, fixing Punk’s coffee just the way he likes it (cream, two sugars) and carry it back into the bedroom.
He’s beautiful in sleep, his face relaxed, his hair slightly mussed and his chest bared. I don’t want to wake him: in fact, I want to climb back into bed with him and cuddle against his warm body…
“Stop staring” Punk demands sleepily. As I watch, he yawns and stretches in the bed, giving me a devilish grin.
God, but he had scared me: I’m amazed that I didn’t spill the coffee. He sits up in bed and motions for his cup, which I hand to him.
“I hope it’s okay, sir… I ordered breakfast, too” I state softly.
“Sounds good, but I need a shower. Go get the water running”
I walk into the bathroom and start the spray, letting it warm up. Meanwhile he has finished his first cup of coffee and he comes wandering into the large bathroom. He relieves himself in front of me without the slightest bit of modesty.
“Get in the shower and clean yourself up, Star”
Taking off my robe, I step under the spray, loving the warmth of the water. I quickly wash my hair and body, fully aware that he is watching me do it.
I’m rinsed and clean by the time that he joins me. His cock is erect and he opens his arms to me, entreating, “Wash me”
Oh, yes… I have a chance to have my hands on him again. “Yes, sir” I capitulate, lathering up my hands. I start with his chest, soaping him from his neck to his nipples… he likes the touch because he moans softly. Lower I go, over his belly where the words “Straight Edge” are tattooed in an arc. His skin feels wonderfully smooth against my palms. He even allows me to soap his cock and legs before he turns around. I wash my way across the backs of his legs, up to his ass and further up… oh god, I left scratches on his back last night! “Oh, sir” I lament when I see them, “Oh my god, I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay, Star… I like a little kitty-cat scratch…”
But they’ll be visible in the ring! They’ll certainly be visible to Beth!
“But, sir…”
“Star, chill” Punk demands, turning around to face me. The shower spray runs down his back, cleansing him. “I told you it’s okay. Don’t you trust me?”
“I… yes, sir, I just don’t… don’t want you to…”
“Don’t want me to what?” he asks, lowering his head and lifting his eyebrows at me. “Spit it out, honey”
Closing my eyes (a big no-no, he likes eye contact, but I can’t control myself) I answer, “I don’t want you to get in trouble with Beth, sir…”
Punk bursts out in laughter, leaning his head back in the spray and wetting his hair. “Oh, baby… you tickle me…” he responds, grabbing for the shampoo. “Have you ever known me to not have a situation in hand?”
He’s got me there: he’s never out of control, not ever. Look at how well he has me trained…
I watch as he lathers up his hair with quick strokes of his fingers over his scalp and then leans back in the water to rinse.
“Sir… I’m sorry I doubted you” I breathe, gazing at him.
He looks at me and gives me another devilish grin. “I’ll let it pass this time… for a price”
His tone sends a delicious chill through my spine. He motions for me to step closer, and I do. Punk frames my face in his hands and leans down to kiss me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I moan despite myself and place my hands on his shoulders. His kiss is voracious, his tongue swirling against mine until I’m light-headed. It’s then that he pulls back…
“Mmm… Star…” he groans against my lips. “Down on your knees, little girl: time to worship…”
I don’t need him to explain his euphemism because I know what he wants, and I can feel his hardness against my belly: he wants me to suck him. I go to my knees happily, drunk on his kiss. The water from the shower continues to wash over us as I grasp his shaft with my right hand. I stroke him slowly a few times, making sure that his cockhead is good and wet before I lean in and capture his moisture on my tongue.
“Oh, yeah” Punk sighs, smoothing my wet hair back onto my head, “You like the way I taste, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir” I answer, trailing the tip of my tongue over his ridges. I lick at the slit again, getting more precome which I eagerly swallow.
“I’m so horny” he confesses. “I want you to suck”
I forego replying to him verbally and instead take him into my mouth, forcing myself down as far as I can go. I gag a bit, but I don’t care because he feels so good in my mouth. Pulling back, I start off sucking him gently…
“Look at me” Punk orders. When I obey, he locks his hazel eyes upon mine. “Suck harder…”
I happily fulfill his request, tightening my lips around him and increasing my suction. Oh god, but he’s delicious, so fucking hard…
“Oh, baby… you really know how to suck cock…” he moans, chuckling with pleasure. He digs his fingers into my hair and pulls roughly, nearly unseating me: but I hold on, refusing to be taken from him. “That’s a girl…”
Mmm, I love the way that he calls me baby and girl. Even more so I love the way that he groans and growls as I pleasure him. I suck and suck, up and down, drawing my tongue stud over every bit of him…
“Star” he warns, his voice stern despite his gasps, “Honey, I’m going to come… This is gonna be a big one…”
I moan in agreement around his cock, wanting to taste his orgasm. He holds my head tight and thrusts his hips forward, veritably fucking my mouth.
“Oh, god… oh, baby… I’m coming! Oh, god, I’m coming!”
His cock throbs and twitches in my mouth, and then, oh yes, his fluid, so warm and salty-sweet on my tongue. I swallow all that he has to give and keep sucking him gently until he finally pulls away from me.
“Easy, baby” Punk huffs. “I just won the title and you want to kill me already?”
I giggle at his words and accept his hand when he offers it to me, pulling me back up to my feet.
He kisses my forehead and smiles. “Okay, time to get dressed and have breakfast”
“Yes, sir”
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