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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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Punk did a small piece for Jimmy Kimmel Live that I think will be entertaining… we didn’t get to see the finished product because we had to get back on a plane for Chicago.
I love this city, the “Second City”, the “City of Big Shoulders”, the “Windy City”… it’s my home and I feel completely comfortable in it. I even feel comfortable in Punk’s apartment, which is no small feat for me. He has a few friends over and I spend my time getting them drinks and ordering in some food (Punk is never home, so his fridge is pretty bare). In all honesty, I wish he would order me to cook for him because I can, but if I know Punk, we won’t be home long enough for me to get my wish. His friends are all nice guys, but they don’t understand the complexity of my relationship with Punk: they just think that I’m being a dutiful girl, they don’t understand that every time that Punk asks something of me, I take it as a command.
The guys stay until late at night: tomorrow Punk is going to Wrigley to throw out the first pitch at a Cubs game. Once the guys leave, I spend a few minutes cleaning up after them while Punk goes out on the balcony and makes a phone call. I’m crushing diet Pepsi cans for recycling in the kitchen when I hear his voice raised. I pause for a moment, but can’t hear what he’s saying, so I return to the living room to collect food containers…
“Listen…! No, that’s not what I’m saying…! Are you even listening to me?! It’s over and done with! You don’t own me, I own myself! Yeah?! Well, fuck you, too!”
I’ve just gotten all of the containers into a garbage bag (and inadvertently heard some of his conversation) when he comes back into the apartment, slamming the balcony door and throwing his phone onto the couch.
“What are YOU doing?!” he yells, focusing on me.
Oh, shit… He’s really mad. “I’m cleaning up, sir, just like you told me to do” I answer meekly, twisting the top of the garbage bag with my hands.
Maybe he sees the fear on my face and decides to cut me a break… all I know is that as I look at him, he inhales deeply and then releases the breath, putting his hands on his hips and turning his gaze to the floor. “Go throw that out and come back here” Punk demands.
Wow, I’ve never seen him so riled up: and yet he reined it in… I quickly tie up the garbage and put it into the main receptacle in the kitchen.
“Honey” he calls mockingly from the other room, “Bring me a diet Pepsi…”
Grabbing a fresh can from the fridge, I return to the living room and hand it to him, finding him on the couch. If his friends were still here, he would say thank you, but with them gone, we’re back to Master-and-his-submissive status.
He opens the can of soda and takes a long sip before patting the space on the couch next to him to indicate that he wants me to sit down. When I do, he throws a possessive arm around my shoulders. “You know, Star” he breathes, “Relationships are hard”
I nod in agreement, not quite sure where this is going.
“I mean, boy meets girl… it all seems so easy and sweet… but sometimes it turns into a living hell”
“Sir?” I ask.
“Beth and I are over” he blurts out, sipping from his drink again. “She knows it, too… but she keeps trying to hold on and our fights just get nastier and nastier”
I want to ask him if he has ever considered just telling her it’s over, but it’s not my place. Instead I sit next to him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.
“I told her it’s over” Punk clarifies. “She just won’t listen. Have you ever wanted out of a relationship?”
“Yes, sir” I admit, shifting a bit. This has gotten personal…
“Tell me about your last boyfriend”
I blush… in all honesty, I don’t want to talk about it, but in order to answer him I force myself. “He was a jerk”
Punk chuckles and drinks from his soda. “Well, I could’ve guessed that… How was he a jerk?”
I sigh: I don’t know if Punk’ll understand my story. “He didn’t want me to wrestle, said it was demeaning. He couldn’t appreciate that the only time I feel in control is when I’m in the ring. He used to call me a stupid bitch because of that”
“Ouch” Punk sympathizes. “AND he had a small dick? Shit…”
I can’t help myself: I laugh. “Don’t worry, sir, I got rid of him over a year ago…”
“Well, for your information, baby, you’re very good in the ring” he compliments, in between sips of his soda. “I’m proud to call you Nexus”
Wow… his words really make me feel good. Tactfully, I return to our subject. “Sometimes relationships really suck”
“I like our relationship, though” Punk states cheerfully, squeezing me close with his arm. “You don’t give me any lip, now do you?”
“No, sir” I answer. In all honesty, I like our relationship, too. I like it that he takes control, I happen to find it incredibly sexy.
Punk puts his drink down on an end table and turns to me. “So, did you like my friends?”
“Yes, sir” I respond, smiling.
“You were very good about not letting on about us… though I think that Colt knows”
I blanche: the last thing I want is for one of his friends to discover our secret.
“Don’t get upset” Punk adds, reaching out and playfully touching the tip of my nose. “He’s my best friend, I would expect him to catch on. Don’t worry, he won’t say anything to the others. Besides, who’s he gonna tell? As far as everyone knows, you’re just another dutiful member of Nexus”
“But, sir, I AM a dutiful member of Nexus…”
“Yeah, but I haven’t fucked the others” Punk retorts, wiggling his eyebrows at me and laughing gently. “Speaking of, I think it’s bed time. I have a game to go to tomorrow”
Taking hold of my right hand, he stands up from the couch and stretches. Punk leads me through the living room (shutting off the lights behind us) and down the hallway to his bedroom. We stand together next to his bed in the darkness: he maneuvers so that he’s face to face with me. I feel his hands on my shoulders… he pulls me to him and kisses me. Mmm, he tastes of diet Pepsi and his own distinct flavor… As his tongue battles mine, he undoes my khaki shorts and pushes them off of my body along with my panties. He’s quick to cover my pussy with his hand, which forces a moan out of me. Instinctively, I reach out to his crotch and find his big cock is hard.
“Shirt off and get into bed” he orders.
There’s nothing I want more than to go to bed with Punk again… yet I’m hesitant. Our relationship is becoming more complex by the second… Still, I was given an order. I slip my shirt over my head and take off my bra before I climb onto the comforter.
I can see him undressing in the moonlight: he’s a sight to behold, all muscle and maleness. When he climbs in over me, I accept his body willingly, parting my legs for him.
“May I touch you, sir?” I query, praying that he agrees.
In answer to my question, he brings my right hand down to his cock, wrapping my fingers around his hardness. “Stroke me… slowly…”
As his mouth covers mine again, I obey. His tongue sends shocks of desire through my body and I move my hand, taking my time just as he told me to do. His big hands are all over me, one finding my right nipple and pinching with his fingers, the other dancing over my mound. Punk plunges two fingers inside of me and I buck my hips upward, which makes him laugh.
“Easy, baby… we’re just teasing each other right now”
Teasing? He has his thumb on my clit and he’s driving me mad… I redouble my efforts as we kiss once more, stroking his cock smoothly and firmly. He likes this because he groans and pushes into my grasp. With my left hand I find the back of his neck, caressing his flesh before I run my fingernails up into his scalp.
“No pulling the hair” he warns again, smiling down at me. “You’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?”
“For you? Yes, sir” My response is a bit of a breach in etiquette, but he lets it slide, leaning down to rub his bearded chin over my face.
“Tell me, baby, does it feel good?” Punk questions, adding pressure to my clit.
“Yes, sir” I hiss, dragging my thumb over the sensitive underside of his cockhead.
“That’s good… you’re giving me one hell of a handjob, girl”
I smile at his roundabout praise and tilt my head upward, silently begging him for another kiss. Thank god he obliges, kissing me so that he’s gently pulling on my lower lip with his teeth.
“I want to fuck you” Punk whispers hotly, sliding his hand from my breast to the back of my neck. “Tell me how much you want me to”
“Oh, sir” I cry, my breathing ragged, “I want you to fuck me so bad… I want your big, hard cock deep inside of me” Again, I’ve said more than perhaps I should, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he takes his fingers from me, sucking them clean of my juices as I watch, and positions his cock at my entrance.
“Put me inside of you”
Oh, yes… I bring him forward and slip his cockhead into me, the both of us sighing in ecstasy. We both push our hips forward so that we connect fully…
Crying out, I put my arms around his neck. He moves slowly at first, just tantalizing me. I place kisses on his face and neck: when he turns his head a bit to the right, I lick my way up to his ear. I can’t see it, but I know that my tongue is grazing his “31” tattoo, and the idea thrills me.
“Oh, baby… you are SO fucking tight” Punk moans, thrusting in and out of me. “I love it”
God, but his cock makes me tingle: I feel complete with him inside of me and I wish that I could tell him so. He starts to move harder and faster… all the while, his right hand cradles my neck, his fingertips digging into my flesh.
“Do you like it rough?” he asks, pounding into me.
“Oh, yes, sir…”
With his left hand, he pinches my hip, which makes me yelp at the pain. His right hand slides up into my hair and he pulls hard which forces my head back. God help me, but I like it when he’s aggressive… I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him close.
Punk leans up a bit and grasps my chin roughly. “Ooh, yeah… you like it, don’t you? You dirty, dirty girl…”
“I love it, sir” I whine. I do love it; I love the way that he works his cock in and out of my pussy, I love the way that he works ME. He knows just how to mix pleasure with pain… he sucks hard at my left nipple, then bites… “Oh, sir…”
Punk fucks me hard yet smoothly, and a knot of bliss is growing in my stomach.
“Your pussy is so wet and hot, honey” he growls, shifting to my right breast.
I whimper in a combination of ecstasy and discomfort: the sensations run through me from head to toe. I can’t help myself, I yell out, “Oh, god!”
“Talking out of turn” Punk warns, grabbing my chin again and squeezing hard. “That’s naughty…”
Should I apologize or would that be talking out of turn again? I don’t know what to do…
He halts his thrusts and looks down at me. “Tell me you’re sorry”
“I’m sorry, sir” I comply, meeting his gaze.
“Good girl” Punk compliments, patting my cheek. “Gimme a kiss”
Lacing my arms around his neck, I embrace him, rubbing my tongue against his. I wonder if he can sense my affection for him… these last few days I’ve been becoming a bit attached to him and his ways. I lick at his teeth, suck on his tongue so that he moans…
Oh god, he starts pounding into me again, so hard that I scoot up the mattress: I have to put my hands up over my head, palms pressed to the headboard, so that I don’t end up with my skull hitting the brass.
“That’s my girl” he compliments, huffing. “I’m so fucking close… I want you to come with me”
“Yes, sir” I wail, my body beginning to betray me. His cock is giving me so much pleasure, and his thrusts are relentless.
“Oh, baby” Punk moans, “Oh god, I’m coming…”
I want to answer him, but at that moment I go over the edge. I cry out and thrash beneath him, my pussy pulsing around his throbbing cock…
I don’t know where I am for a second: but the feel of Punk’s body collapsed upon mine brings me back to reality. We’re both panting, and I place my hands upon his back, rubbing in slow circles. His body is heavy, but it’s a pleasant weight upon me.
After a few more minutes, Punk rolls us onto our sides, keeping me close with his arms.
“So, I was thinking” he begins, still trying to catch his breath, “You wanna be my girl?”
“Sir?” I query, unsure of what he means.
He chuckles softly, stroking his hands down my back. “We like each other, we have a good relationship… You wanna give it a go?”
Oh my god, is he serious? I pull back a bit so that I can see his face in the moonlight. He’s not joking, I can tell by the solemn look on his face.
Punk continues, playing with my hair. “I mean, I could understand if you said no… I tend to be a bit of a prick to you at times… but our relationship seems solid”
He’s right about that: our Master-and-submissive relationship works for us, satisfies both of our needs, and god knows that I’ve felt an attraction to him since day one…
“Earth to Star” Punk teases, cupping my face in his hands. “What do you say, baby?”
I smile at him and place my hands on his chest. “Yes, sir”
“Yes?” he asks, looking into my eyes.
“Oh, yes, s-”
Before I can say “sir” he kisses me deeply, rubbing his tongue to mine in his happiness…
“Mmm, you tasty little girl, you make me so happy…”
Tears well in my eyes at his words. “You make me happy, too” I reply.
“Well, then, don’t cry”
I giggle and wipe at my tears with my left hand. Punk pushes my hand away and licks at the salty wetness on my face, smiling… his tenderness touches me. “My benevolent Master” I whisper.
“There you go, talking out of turn again… Lucky for you I’m too tired right now to spank you”
I whine unhappily: I could go for a pop on the behind.
Punk laughs. “Oh now you’re definitely not getting it”
“Please, sir?” I beg, rubbing his chest with my fingertips.
“Oh, well… when you ask so nicely…”
Punk slaps my backside hard with his right hand, digging his fingers into my flesh: it makes me jump, but I sigh pleasurably, which makes him chuckle.
“You really are a dirty girl” he comments, kissing me.
His lips and mouth are so warm and sensual… I fall prey to his kiss and the tender affection that he is showing me.
“Mmm, Miss Star…” Punk breathes, releasing me, “We need to go to bed”
I curl up against him and close my eyes, allowing sleep to overtake me.
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