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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 AAW show went very well. Punk and I stayed in the back, chatting with the other wrestlers until Colt called him out to the ring. There was a wrestler with cerebral palsy and Punk went out to tell him he was “fucking awesome”. I watched from the entrance as Punk and Colt lifted the kid up onto their shoulders and walked around the ring with him… It was very emotional for me to see the effect that Punk had on the kid.
After the show, we caught a late dinner with Colt and then headed back to the city in Punk’s car. I have to admit, I like driving with him, he’s very calm and in control.
Back at his apartment, we take off our shoes and Punk takes off his Cubs hat, running his fingers through his hair.
“Wow, what a night” he comments.
I can’t help myself: I reach out and tousle his hair, feeling the soft, reddish-brown locks between my fingers.
“Hey” Punk breathes, putting his hands on my waist and pulling me against him, “I didn’t say you could touch my hair”
He’s right… I don’t know what got into me. He just looks so boyish and adorable. “I’m sorry, sir” I answer, dropping my hands down to his chest.
“You shouldn’t be naughty” he warns, smiling at me. “You can’t handle another spanking right now”
I’m about to tell him he’s right when he pulls me close and kisses me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I moan and rub my tongue to his… Punk takes hold of my hair and ravishes me, kissing me full and deep.
When he lets me up, I’m breathless and aching for him. I press my forehead to his chest and try to calm down.
“Horny?” Punk inquires, laughing as he rests his chin on the top of my head.
“Yes, sir” I confess.
“Mmm, so am I… I want some pussy. Don’t suppose you’d be willing to share yours?”
His words just send a fresh flood of desire through me: he reaches down between my legs and rubs me through my shorts.
“Oh, god” I whine. “Sir, I want your cock…”
“Touch me” he entreats.
I draw my right hand down his chest, over his shirt that says “Drug Free” and down to his crotch. There I find that he is hard and straining against the material of his shorts. I trace the outline of his cock with my fingers and then squeeze him… he sighs blissfully. Suddenly he is attacking my throat, kissing and licking, rubbing his beard over my flesh.
“What’s my name?” he asks playfully.
“CM Punk, sir” I answer, closing my eyes with bliss.
“Fucking right” he responds, tossing his hat to the floor. Punk pops me on the behind to get my attention. “Bedroom, now… and get undressed”
I start out for his bedroom, pulling my shirt over my head. Next to go is my bra… by the time I get to his room, I’m left in only my shorts. Moonlight illuminates the room so that I can easily place my clothes on top of my suitcase. I wiggle out of my shorts and wait for him…
A few minutes pass, and I hear him in the kitchen, no doubt getting himself a drink. I don’t dare to sit down on the bed because he didn’t tell me to. After a while, he comes into the room, pausing in the doorway.
“Good girl” he praises upon seeing that I’m waiting for him. “Get in bed”
I climb in over the sheets and watch as he strips himself, dropping his clothes to the floor. He is quick to join me, rolling towards me on the bed.
“Come here” Punk orders.
As I move towards him, I query, “May I touch you, sir?”
“Oh, yes” he replies, kissing me softly. “You can touch me all over”
With his permission given, I start with his hair, running my fingers through it so that my nails caress his scalp. He kisses me so that my mind fogs: all I can think about is him and what I want to do to him.
When he releases me, I place tender kisses on his throat and down to his collar bone… Punk takes hold of my head and directs me down to his left nipple: I kiss and lick it while he sighs with bliss, daring to tug at it gently with my teeth. He likes this because he moans and holds me over the spot for a moment before directing me over to his other nipple. I give the twin the same loving attention for a few moments and then he releases me…
“Explore me, baby” he pleads.
I know what he wants, and it’s what I want, too. With my hands and lips, I caress every inch of his skin that I can. I draw my tongue over his “Straight Edge” tattoo and then go down to his navel, dipping inside.
“Mmm” Punk breathes, “That’s my good girl…”
Looking down his body, I can see his hard cock in the moonlight, wet at the tip and straining. Oh, but I want to suck it, but first…
I trail my tongue lower, to the muscle of his hip, where I can lick my way down towards his manhood by following his muscles. I do just that, which makes him gasp: I follow that action by licking the other side, all the way down so that I’m faced with his cock… but first things first, I gently settle myself between his legs and nuzzle his balls with my face.
“Oh, god, yes, pussycat” he groans, spreading his legs for me. “Play with them”
Another order I fully intend on obeying. I lick my way around the curvature of him, planting kisses. Slowly, I suck his right testicle into my mouth, feeling the weight of it against my tongue. Above me, he arches his back and settles into the mattress, moaning.
“That feels so fucking good” he compliments. “Now the other…”
I switch reluctantly, taking his flesh into my mouth and sucking. I’m firm but not rough, not wanting to hurt him.
He reaches down with his right hand, and as I pleasure him, he leisurely strokes his shaft a few times. Punk actually shivers at the sensation, which makes my pussy twitch for him.
“My cock now” he winces, gazing down at me. “Lick the head, honey”
Mmm, he’s so salty-sweet and wet at the tip. I lick over and over again, gently, collecting all of his fluid, brushing my tongue stud against him. “You taste so good, sir” I whisper.
He smiles down at me and, holding his shaft, rubs his cockhead over my lips. “You like my precome?”
“Oh, yes, sir” Punk has smeared some of it on my lips, and I quickly lick them to gather his taste.
“Goddamn, but you turn me on” he exhales, pumping his shaft again.
I see more precome and I gobble it up before he can stop me… but he doesn’t want to stop me. He releases his cock and asks me to suck, which I do.
“Hard and slow” he commands, “and I want to feel your hand on my balls”
Oh, yes… I move my head up and down in smooth, tight strokes, while my right hand teases his flesh. I roll his balls in my palm, squeeze ever so gently.
Punk groans and shifts his hips as I do this. “Wish you could see yourself” he states. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now”
I moan around his shaft, making sure to maintain my suction. I want nothing more than to please him. The idea that he is watching me turns me on… oh god, I’m so fucking wet for him.
He lets me work at him for another few minutes and then he pulls me away, dragging me up to him for a kiss. As we embrace, tongues clashing, he switches our positions so that I’m on my back. Breaking away from me, he cups my breasts in his hands.
“Watch me” Punk entreats, slipping downward.
Oh god, but he attacks my breasts roughly, sucking and biting… but it feels so good. I watch him use his mouth on them, bringing them to hardened peaks. He seems to know that I can’t handle much more teasing because he slides down to my pussy, nudging my legs apart.
“Watch” he orders, poised over me.
I sit up so that I can see him… oh, fuck, he runs his tongue over my aching pussy, collecting my juices.
“Mmm, you are so wet, pussycat”
I nod in agreement. “Yes, sir…”
“Do you like my tongue in your pussy?”
“Yes, sir”
Punk chuckles knowingly. “I want you to come on my tongue, honey”
“Oh, yes, sir… it won’t take much…”
“I can tell” he answers, sliding two fingers inside of me.
Down he goes and my heart begins to beat fast in my chest. I come almost the second that his tongue touches my clit, and it’s a hard orgasm. Unable to control myself, I tilt my head backwards and cry his name. “Punk!” I yelp, trembling and seizing up.
“Mmm” he responds, lapping at my inner thighs. “My sweet baby”
He climbs back up to face me, smiling as he sucks his fingers clean. I kiss him and place my hands on his chest, running the flats of my palms over his nipples.
“You know, I think I should change my name” Punk states, grinning at me, “From CM to PM”
“Why is that, sir?” I inquire, breathless and foggy-headed.
“Well, CM stands for ‘Cookie Monster’… but somehow, I think I’m more of a ‘Pussy Monster’…”
I can’t help it; I laugh. I never knew what his name stood for, and it’s cute as hell… but his “new” name is so sexy…
“Cookie Monster, sir?” I ask.
“Childhood nickname” he explains, “just like ‘Punk’”
“Really?” I stroke his chest slowly, tenderly.
“Yes” Punk replies, leaning down and kissing the tip of my nose.
He’s sharing with me, and it warms my heart. Just when I’m starting to feel romantic, he spreads my legs and enters me. Oh, yes, his big cock inside of me…
As he fucks me, I put my hands on his shoulders, I wrap my legs around his waist. “Oh, sir… Oh, god, you feel so good…”
“Mmm” he answers, resting his forehead on mine. “Tell me, baby, do you love me?”
It’s a deep question, but I can’t lie to him: emotion floods me just as deeply as ecstasy. “Yes, I do, sir…” I confess.
He laughs and kisses me fully, speeding up his hips. I cry out into our embrace, digging my nails into his back.
“Your pussy is so tight and wet” Punk whispers hotly against my left ear. “I love fucking you”
I kiss his throat passionately, matching his thrusts with ones of my own. I want him to know how much I care about him, so I stroke his back.
“Oh baby” he warns, speaking into my ear, “Oh… I’m gonna come”
“Yes, sir… come in me” I hiss, holding him close.
He growls and grunts: his cock pulses inside of me with each shot of his come. I go over the edge again, milking him with my pussy as I scream his name…
Oh, the afterglow is delicious… His weight is pleasant upon my body and I massage his neck as I stare at the ceiling.
“My neighbors must hate me” Punk whispers, raising himself up enough to kiss me. “You’re quite the screamer”
I blush at his words. “I can’t help it, sir… what you do feels so good…”
Laughing, he rolls us onto our sides, keeping our connection by pulling my left leg over his hip. “Well, I like what you do, too… you’re very intense, baby…”
“In a good way, I hope, sir”
“Of course” Punk brushes the back of his knuckles over my cheek. “Did you mean what you said? Do you love me?”
I gently take hold of his wrist and bring his hand to my lips, kissing his fingertips. I’m frightened to speak my heart, but I answer him dutifully. “Yes, sir, I do”
“Why, pussycat? Because of the way I fuck you?”
“Because of the way you treat me, sir. Don’t get me wrong, the sex that we have is the best of my life, but I love you because you get me. You understand that I need structure and you give it to me”
Punk opens his hand against mine, intertwining our fingers. “I want you to know, baby, I care about you, too. This isn’t just a game for me”
“I’ve never thought this was a game, sir”
“I know, honey… I just want you to know that I’m not playing around. I told Colt tonight that you’re my new girl”
I gasp, squeezing Punk’s fingers with my own. “What did he say?”
Punk chuckles. “He said that he likes you and he can see what I like about you”
“He sees that I’m a submissive, sir?”
“I think that he sees that you’re built, honey”
I giggle at his words. “Built, sir?”
“You know” Punk responds, “Big tits, nice, firm ass…” He punctuates his comments by grabbing my buttock with his free hand. He brushes against a welt, which makes me jump. “Oh, shit… I keep forgetting. Sorry, honey”
“Don’t apologize, sir: I asked you to spank me”
“That you did, but I still need to be nice to your little butt until it heals”
I don’t know why, but that statement makes me want to kiss him, so I do, sucking on his lower lip.
“Easy, baby, you don’t want to pull my lip ring off” he chastises gently.
“No, I don’t, sir… it’s so sexy”
His turn to laugh. Cuddling down on the mattress, he holds me close. “Sleep tight, now, pussycat”
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