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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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I awaken bright and early: Punk is still asleep at my side, his right arm over my waist. Carefully, I sneak out of bed and use the bathroom without waking him. I put my clothes back on and go to the kitchen, starting the coffee pot. As the dark liquid brews, I lean against the counter and think… things have certainly changed quite a bit in the last few days. My relationship with Punk has changed, much to my delight. He’s my lover now, as well as my Master. I wonder what will happen to Nexus now that Punk has won the title and absconded with it?
I’m taken from my thoughts as I hear Punk stirring in the bedroom. As he goes into the bathroom, I quickly fix him a cup of coffee before pouring one for myself.
Punk comes staggering into the kitchen, wearing his shorts from the day before. “How the fuck do you get up so fucking early?” he asks me testily, accepting the cup of coffee that I hand to him.
“I’m used to getting up early to work out, sir”
“I’ll give you a workout” he answers slyly, taking a seat at his kitchen table. “Come here and sit down”
I move towards the table and take a seat: he smiles at me.
“I might call Colt, see if I can get his ass out of bed for breakfast: you wanna come along?”
“Yes, sir”
Punk sips from his coffee and grins. “We need to take a shower”
The idea of being naked in the shower with him has my heart beating fast.
“I want you to come to the game today” he states.
“I’d love to, sir, but I’m out of clothes”
“I can find you one of my Cubbie shirts: you can tie it at your waist like you do your Nexus shirts”
I grin: I like the idea of wearing one of his shirts. “Today is all about you, sir”
“Yep… and I want my girl with me”
Well, that’s settled… he gets what he wants.
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Wrigley was beautiful, and watching Punk interact with people at the park was wonderful. After the game, we went out for dinner and then returned to Punk’s apartment. Colt has spent the whole day with us. Tired from the day’s activity, I’m sitting on Punk’s couch, Colt a few seats over, while Punk is out on the balcony talking on the phone to some member of the WWE who has called to try to negotiate with him. The air conditioning is running so that I can’t hear what Punk is saying.
Colt and I are watching something banal on TV, sitting in silence. I don’t mind Colt’s presence, but I’m surprised that he’s so quiet…
After about thirty minutes, Punk comes back in and excuses us for the night. I say goodbye to Colt when prompted, playing the good hostess. As Punk closes and locks his front door, he turns to me and says, “We’ve got to talk”
My heart drops a little at his tone: something is wrong. Punk goes back into the living room and I follow him. As he sits down on the couch, I remain standing, nervously crossing my arms over my chest.
He sighs and rubs his face. “Star, I’m just going to come out with it… WWE wants me back”
I relax my arms and smile. “That’s great, sir…”
Punk holds his hand up to stop me mid-sentence. “They want to break up Nexus”
Now my heart sinks and fear floods my being. Nexus is my family, my protection. “What?” I ask, feeling like I want to cry.
“Come here and sit down, huh?” Punk requests, patting the cushion next to him.
“They can’t just break up Nexus” I whine, completely forgetting etiquette with the state I’m in.
“Baby, I said sit down… I’m not going to ask again” Punk states calmly but firmly.
I take a seat on the couch as asked, fighting the urge to put my head in my hands. I cross my arms over my chest again and stare forward as hot tears spill down my cheeks.
“Hey, look at me” he demands.
I don’t want to, not when I’m crying like a silly female. Crying in his presence, even from pain, is a big no-no: he doesn’t take to it very well.
“Star, don’t test me: look at me”
I swallow hard and obey him, expecting that he will be frowning: but instead, his gaze is soft. He uncrosses my arms for me and holds my small hands in his larger ones.
“Remember when I talked about faith?” Punk queries, brushing his thumbs over my knuckles. “Well, I need you to have some faith now”
For the first time ever, I wish that he was the consoling type, the type to take me into his arms and hold me…
Punk releases a deep breath. “They want me to be a ‘lone wolf’. I told them that I would come back, but that there would be conditions. The first condition is that you be my valet”
I blink in confusion: I’m a wrestler, not a valet.
“Don’t worry, you’ll still get to do your own thing” he promises. “It’ll be like Maryse and Ted DiBiase… you’ll still get to wrestle and what-not. The point is, I’m not giving you up. You’ll still be my Nexus”
“I…” I sputter, unsure of what to say.
“Have faith in me” Punk asks, releasing my hands and wiping away my tears. “You won’t be alone… I know how much you don’t like that”
How is it that he knows so much about me?
“But, sir” I begin, “You don’t have to put yourself on the line for me”
He chuckles softly. “I’m in the position to demand a few things from them… don’t ruin my fun…”
Somehow, through my tears, I giggle at his humor. “What else did you demand, sir?”
“Well, for starters, that they don’t cut off my mic… but all of that’s not important right now. What’s important is that you stop crying”
“You don’t like crying, do you, sir?” I inquire, brushing my tears away.
“No, I don’t… reminds me of my mother…”
His mother? I want to ask him what he means, but before I can, he kisses me full and deep, his tongue invading my mouth. Punk wraps his arms around me and holds me close. I moan at the intensity of his kiss…
When he finally releases me, I’m breathless.
“You’re my girl and I wouldn’t leave you” he emphasizes, kissing my forehead.
His tenderness is really overwhelming: I want to cry again, but I hold back the tears as best I can.
“Keep on crying and you’re going to get a spanking” Punk chastises, tapping the tip of my nose with his right index finger. “I won’t go easy on you, either, baby”
I nod, sniffling, and wipe my tears away with the palms of my hands. Actually, a spanking sounds nice… god, what is wrong with me? Why do I like it so much when he’s rough with me?
“Sit on the end of the couch” Punk orders.
I scoot over so I’m on the last seat and watch as he takes off his shoes and socks. Before I know it, he has laid down on the couch with his head on my lap. He busies himself with watching TV, cuddling against my legs.
“Play with my hair, would ya?” he asks.
“Yes, sir” I drag my fingers across his scalp, feeling his smooth, dark locks. He sighs happily and closes his eyes…
“This is nice” he breathes, opening his eyes again. “I miss just relaxing…”
“Well, sir, we don’t get to relax much on the road”
Punk chuckles. “No, we don’t… Don’t get much sex on the road, either, but I’m planning on changing that. From now on, you’re going to room with me”
“Will the WWE allow that, sir?” I query, brushing his hair over his ear.
“What the fuck are they going to do about it?” Punk demands. “They don’t own us after hours”
True, they don’t… Still, I’m a bit leery of joining the WWE once more now that Punk and I have a relationship. People are going to talk, and I’m still not sure how Beth is going to take this.
“What are you worrying about?” Punk inquires, looking up at me.
Perceptive little bugger… “Sir, I just… Well, the others are going to say things, and Beth…”
He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Who cares what the others say? Half of them have something stuck up their asses anyway. As for Beth… well, you let me handle her”
“Are you sure, sir?”
Reaching up with his left hand, he brushes his fingertips over my lips. “Have faith, Star”
His words remind me of my first days with him… Joy floods me and I impishly nip at his fingertips.
“Hmm” Punk states huskily, “Love your mouth…”
I don’t know what comes over me, but I take hold of his wrist and suck his index finger into my mouth, running my tongue stud over his flesh.
“You’re making me horny” he warns, but he doesn’t pull his hand away.
“I still need a spanking, sir” I whisper, releasing his finger.
“I don’t know” he sighs. “You were pretty good today. You didn’t earn a spanking by being bad… I think you just want one”
He’s right, but I’m not about to tell him that. The idea of him spanking my ass has me turned on.
Punk thinks for a moment, lifting his eyebrows and sighing. “Then again, you WERE a good girl: I think I can oblige you”
He sits up and turns so that he’s sitting properly on the couch, shutting off the TV.
“Turn the lights off” he orders.
I get up and go over to the wall, hitting the switches so that we are left bathed in a combination of darkness and the light from the street.
“Get undressed”
“Yes, sir” I reply, kicking off my sandals. I strip myself efficiently, dropping my clothes to the floor.
“Hey, my Cubs shirt…” Punk states, sounding hurt.
I bend down quickly and pick it up, holding it against my body to cover my nudity.
“Wait… are you hiding from me?” he inquires playfully, rubbing his crotch and adjusting himself.
“No, sir” I answer. “I’m just holding your shirt…”
“Come here”
I walk forward and stand before him, smiling.
“Give it here” Punk demands, taking hold of his shirt and pulling it away from me.
Now I’m naked and in front of the window; I wonder if anyone can see me?
Punk puts the shirt on the couch and pats his lap. “Assume the position, baby”
I climb over his lap, being careful not to hurt him (he has a raging hard-on) and position myself so that he can have at me.
“Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to not get an erection when I spanked you for your initiation?” he queries, gently running his right hand over my buttocks. “Even then, I wanted you… the way you took that paddling from me: it was fucking sexy”
“Mmm, sir…” I moan. His touch is so tender and sweet, but I want more, I want him to get rough.
It’s almost like he knows what I’m thinking, because he suddenly slaps my left buttock, hard. I jump and inhale sharply, releasing the breath when he digs his fingers into my flesh. God help me, but that felt good…
Another slap, and another… I can feel my backside getting warm in response to his hits and I love it.
“You like that, pussycat?” Punk asks in between slaps.
“Oh, yes, sir” I whine. It feels so goddamn good…
“Mmm, I can tell…” he states, spreading my legs enough so that he can caress my pussy, “You’re so wet…”
“And you’re so hard, sir” I retort, feeling his arousal pushing against my belly. “May I suck you… please, sir?”
“Yes, baby” Punk replies, helping me up.
I stand in front of him as he pulls his red shirt over his head and tosses it onto the couch. He stands up and kisses me, his hands framing my face as his tongue invades my mouth. He tastes so fucking good that I don’t want our kiss to end…
Finally he pulls back, whispering, “Take off my shorts”
Eagerly, I dig my hands into his waistband, undoing his belt and then his fly. I push his shorts down and his immense cock falls into my hands.
“Oh my god, sir… you’re so beautiful” I breathe, just feeling his girth.
Punk steps out of his shorts and sits back down on the couch, pulling me down with him. As I stroke him with my hands, he kisses me once more: our tongues do battle and then he sucks hard on my lower lip. “Put your mouth on me” he commands.
Kneeling before him on the carpet, I do just that. The head of his cock is wet and I lick him clean, moaning as I set my mouth upon him.
“Mmm, that’s nice… you like my big cock, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, sir” I agree on the upstroke.
“Good, because I love it when you suck me”
I moan around his cock once more: he digs his fingers into my hair and forces me up and down his shaft. I gag a bit, but I don’t try to get away. His cock is thick in my mouth, yummy. I suck him as best I can: occasionally, he lets me up for air. So fucking good…
When he has had his fill, and is close to coming, he yanks me off of him. I cry out unhappily because I want to finish him, but he has other plans. Standing up in the darkness, he pulls me to my feet and picks me up, slinging me over his shoulder. I squeal in delight, kicking my legs a bit.
“Easy… you don’t want me to drop you, now” Punk rues, slapping my backside with his free hand.
“No, sir” I answer, playing along.
Punk carries me into the bedroom and drops me on his bed: for a moment, he just stares at me, and then he licks his lips and climbs in over me, between my legs. He holds my thighs open with his hands and leans down, nuzzling my pussy.
“I wanna eat you out” he states, running his tongue over my mound. “You want that? You want my tongue in your hot pussy?”
I push my hips upward. “Mmm, yes, sir”
Down he goes, brushing his tongue stud over my folds and up to my clit. He pushes my nub back and forth with it, groaning into my most sensitive of parts.
Sliding two fingers inside of me, he pulls back for a second. “Oh, fuck, you’re so fucking wet, baby… you really liked that spanking…”
“Yes, I did, sir… I fucking loved it” My reply is bold, but he likes it because he redoubles his efforts, feeding upon me.
He takes me close to the edge, then backs off, laughing when I whine at being denied. “That’s what it feels like when you won’t stop” Punk chastises, popping me on the hip. “It’s maddening, isn’t it?”
I nod in agreement, unable to form words: I want my orgasm so badly.
“Point taken?” he asks, hanging over me. “I said, point taken?”
Oh god, he wants a response… Swallowing hard, I force myself to speak. “Y-yes, sir. Point t-taken”
“You’re lucky that I have mercy”
With that, he goes down on me again, sucking my clit and fucking me with his fingers. I go over the edge hard… I see stars this time, my entire body trembling with bliss. Punk rides through all of it with me: I can feel his hot breath against me.
I’m staring at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath when he rises up above me. As I watch, he sucks his fingers clean and smiles down at me. “Get on your hands and knees, pussycat”
I feel liquid, but I manage to do as he commands, getting myself up on the bed…
He slaps my backside so hard that I nearly fall forward: the next thing I know, he has grabbed onto my hips and entered me. I cry out at the sensation, still sensitive from my orgasm. Punk takes hold of my ponytail and begins to fuck me fast and furious. I can barely breathe, he’s being so rough… and yet it feels so good. I’m making strangled little noises and digging my fingers into the mattress.
“My fucking sweet girl” Punk yelps, tugging on my hair. “My fucking beauty…”
“Oh, god!” I return, unable to think straight. All I’m aware of is the way that he pounds his cock into my pussy, like he has lost all control. “Ohhhh”
“Call me sir” he demands, slapping my ass.
“Sir!” I yell. “Oh, god, sir!”
“Good girl… Now beg me for my come”
My head is spinning but I somehow manage to comply. “Give me your come, sir, please!”
“Do you want it?”
“Yes, sir, I want your come… I need it…”
“Louder!” he orders, twisting my hair.
“I need your come, sir!” I cry, on the verge of another orgasm.
“Oh, baby… oh, here it comes…”
I feel his cock swell and twitch inside of me as he shoots deep. Punk thrusts his hips into me raggedly, grunting with each spasm of his cock. The pulsing of him sends me into my own orgasm, which wracks me from head to toe. Oh my god, I’ve never come so hard before, never felt so much pleasure…
Somehow we end up lying on the bed, his cock still inside of me, panting for dear life. Behind me, he groans and leans forward to kiss the back of my neck.
“Oh, baby” he muses, placing kisses on my upper back.
My brain is muddled, but I speak my heart as he caresses me. “Sir, you’re so good to me”
Punk chuckles and I can feel his lip ring against my skin. “I’m pretty rough on you, actually… it just so happens that you like it rough, which I fucking love”
His left arm stretches around my body and he cups my left breast in his hand, lazily brushing his thumb over my nipple. I sigh happily and place my hand over his to encourage the contact.
“You know, no other girl has ever let me be so rough” he laments, pinching my nipple so that I gasp. “I have to admit, I like being your Master”
I smile, closing my eyes with bliss as he continues to tease me. Punk is rubbing his bearded chin over my shoulder while he extends the afterglow for me by playing with my nipple. “I like being yours, sir” I confess. I gently pry his hand away from my breast and kiss his knuckles.
“Your ass is going to be sore tomorrow” he surmises. “I still expect you to come with me to the AAW show”
“Of course, sir” From the very beginning we established that where he goes, I go… it was part of being Nexus, and it won’t change now.
“You like being with me?” Punk inquires, nuzzling into my hair.
He sounds a bit weak, which is uncommon for him: it makes me grin. “Always, sir”
“Good, because I like being with you”
I cuddle back against him. “May I ask you a question, sir?”
I can feel him yawn behind me. “Sure… why not?”
“Sir, earlier you said that when I cry, it reminds you of your mother… Why did your mother cry?”
Punk tenses a bit: he obviously wasn’t expecting me to bring the subject up. “What is this? ‘Get to know me’ time?”
Maybe I shouldn’t have asked… I certainly didn’t mean to upset him.
He sighs and stretches against me. “My dad was an alcoholic when I was growing up” Punk confides. “He would do stupid shit and make my mom cry…”
I’m stunned… for a moment, I can’t talk, I just don’t know what to say. He has told me something so very personal… I squeeze his hand and gaze down at his fingers in the moonlight. “Oh, sir” I manage to squeak out, “I’m so sorry”
He shrugs. “It was what it was, honey… He’s sober now”
“Is that why you don’t drink, sir?”
“Hey, I said you could ask me a question, not questions, plural” Punk responds, playfully tugging on my ponytail. “Still, I’ll answer that one… Yes, it’s part of why I don’t drink… Now go to sleep: I’m tired”
Smiling to myself, I close my eyes and let the warmth of his body lull me…
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