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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’s cellphone goes off in the middle of the night: we’re wrapped around each other and sleeping peacefully. Punk is the first one to awaken.
“Fu-huck” he groans, stretching against me. “Who the fuck is it?”
I don’t know, but I do know that’s my cue to get out of bed and retrieve his cellphone. I find it in the right hand pocket of his shorts. Climbing back into bed beside him, I hand him his phone.
Punk peers at the offending device and frowns. “Oh, shit, not now… Can you give me a second?”
“Of course, sir” I answer, getting up. “I’ll use the bathroom”
As I step into the bathroom and close the door, I hear him answer, “Yeah, what?”
I turn on the bathroom light and busy myself with peeing, trying to ignore the fact that he is yelling in the other room. I wash my hands and decide to brush my teeth to give him some more time… He throws open the door as I’m brushing and goes to the toilet, lifting the seat and relieving himself, all while he’s still on the phone.
“For fuck’s sake!” Punk cries, flushing the toilet, “I don’t give a fuck!”
He stands next to me at the sink, opening his mouthwash bottle and taking a swig: he spits it out after he has swished it around in his mouth. He passes me and returns to the bedroom, which gives me a chance to spit out my excess paste and rinse my brush in the sink.
“You’re saying it’s over?! Well, hallelujah!” he yelps. “No… no! All right, fine! Good night!”
I stand in the doorway and watch as he shuts off his phone, tossing it onto the floor.
“Oh my god” Punk sighs, rubbing his face with his hands and then lying down in bed. “Shut that light off and get back in bed, will ya baby?”
I do as he says, cuddling in against him. “Is everything okay, sir?”
He laughs sadly, lacing an arm over my waist. “Everything is fine, pussycat… That was Beth. She decided that she wanted to call me at this ungodly hour to tell me that it’s over”
“But you already told her it was over, sir”
“I guess she decided SHE wanted to tell ME” he surmises, rolling towards me and propping himself up on his left elbow. With his right hand, he squeezes my hip and then draws his fingertips over my skin to my belly. He makes smooth circles on my flesh and smiles down at me. “Either way, we’re free to explore our relationship…”
Grinning, I reach up and run my left hand over his chest, brushing my palm over his nipples. “I thought we already were exploring it, sir”
Punk chuckles darkly. “You naughty girl… Are you hitting on me?”
I have to admit that I am… something about him makes me horny. I caress his skin and look up into his eyes. “You’re beautiful, sir”
“I know… but that’s not what I asked”
I giggle at his ego and he smiles, letting me know that he is just being a dick. “Yes, I’m hitting on you, sir” I answer.
“I thought so” he says light-heartedly, leaning down and kissing me.
Mmm, his mouth is so good. His tongue tastes and feels fantastic…
“Mmm, baby” Punk breathes, pulling back a bit. “Your toothpaste is nice…”
“So is your mouthwash, sir”
“Kissing you is so nice” he sighs, returning his mouth to mine.
I slide my left hand up into his hair, holding him close. Punk climbs over me, spreading my legs with his own and entering me brusquely. I arch my back with pleasure and our chests touch.
“My hot little pussycat” Punk whispers: he moves back and takes hold of my legs, lifting them over his shoulders.
“Oh, god, sir” I cry out, desperately trying to get a hand-hold on something. I end up with handfuls of the sheets, squeezing them roughly.
“Sweet pussy… so nice and tight…” he announces, grimacing with pleasure. “Tell me, baby, how does my cock feel inside of you?”
“It feels so fucking good, sir” I reply, tilting my head back. Oh god, he is filling me so completely, touching me so deeply every time that he thrusts home. I want to touch him, but I know I’ll scratch him up.
“Look at me” he demands roughly.
I comply, meeting his gaze. Oh, but his eyes are beautiful…
“I love fucking you” he compliments, reaching out with his right hand and stroking my stomach. “I want you to know that, baby”
He’s attempting to be affectionate. I grab onto his right hand with my own and squeeze, whining as he picks up the pace.
“Gonna fuck your brains out” Punk promises. “You like that, honey?”
“Oh, yes, sir” I agree, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. “I want you to fuck me senseless”
“Mmm, I can do that” he concurs, taking hold of my legs by the knees. He pounds into me relentlessly so that I moan and squeal.
I’m so close to losing it, and Punk senses it.
“Come on me” he orders, his eyes on mine. “I want to fuck you through it…”
Oh, god… the mouth on him! I explode, hard, my pussy clenching around him rhythmically. I cry out and try in vain to grab onto him, my arms extended towards him. Punk folds me up like an accordion, leaning forward so that I can touch him. I scratch my nails down his belly…
Mmm, he keeps pounding into me, extending my pleasure. I can see on his face that he is holding back, though I don’t know why. “Sir” I whine, my entire body on fire, “Sir… please come…”
“Not yet” he huffs, leaning back. He maneuvers my legs so that they’re together again and to the left of my body. I don’t know how he finds the strength, but he stops for a moment, breathing heavily and looking at me with hooded eyes.
“Sir?”
“Just wait, Star”
I pant and watch him as he stretches his arms out at his sides: he cracks his neck and then returns his gaze to mine.
“Play with your tits, baby” Punk demands.
I do as he says, cupping my breasts in my hands and pinching my nipples.
“Harder, like it was me”
Again I comply, making myself hiss in ecstasy.
“Mmm… Now, my sweet beauty, lick them…”
I have to lift myself up a bit, but I follow his orders. I swirl my tongue around my left nipple, then my right.
“Keep it up” he declares: he starts to move inside of me again, slow and deep.
Oh, but I’m so sensitive… reaching out, he takes hold of my left breast, feeding it to me. I can feel his cock twitching inside of me: he has enormous control, and he’s denying himself orgasm. “Sir…” I try.
“Patience, Star-baby” Punk retorts, switching his hand to my right breast.
I move with him, teasing my right nipple with tongue and fingers.
“I love watching you suck your tits” he breathes, his brow furrowing with bliss, “and I love making it good for you”
It’s more than good: I’m building towards another orgasm, stronger than the first. I moan, my eyes closing for a second. When I open them, I see that he is watching me intently, a smirk on his face.
“Gonna come again?” he asks slyly.
“Oh, yes, sir”
“Tell me, what do you need to come?”
God, but I love him… he’s so fucking good to me… “I need it harder, sir” I confess.
“You got it” Punk answers.
He begins to pound into me again, shifting my left leg so that I can wrap my legs around him. Punk leans down and goes after my right nipple while I’m after the left: it’s an incredible feeling, both of my breasts being sucked at the same time. Oh, god…
I come, harder than I ever have before. Lights flash behind my eyes and I scream…
Punk pounds me through it and only then, when I have had my pleasure twice, does he allow himself to come. He has a big, intense orgasm: he falls down onto me and I hold him close as he shivers and grunts.
“Oh… pussycat…” he groans hoarsely. “Baby…”
Closing my eyes, I press kisses to his cheek. Oh, but he deserves his ecstasy and I do all I can to extend it, rubbing his back and placing my right hand in his hair.
His body relaxes upon mine to the point that I wonder if he’s asleep… I squeeze him with my inner muscles…
“Oh!” Punk exclaims, laughing as I release him. “Don’t do that” He raises himself up on his arms, smiling down at me. “That was sooo good”
“Yes, sir” I answer, grinning at him. “That was the best ever”
“Hmm” Punk replies, kissing me softly. “Of course it was: it was me”
I ignore his ego and nod in agreement. “You’re so good to me, sir”
“I try” he whispers, kissing me again.
Ever so gently, he rolls us onto our sides, keeping our connection, and laces his left arm around my waist.
I kiss his chest, his throat, every inch of him that I can reach. I tell him that I love him with my lips and hands as he sighs at my affection.
“Baby… you understand me so well” Punk states, rubbing my back. “Any other woman would have been frustrated with me”
Considering the two orgasms that he just gave me, I’m mind-boggled and wondering just what kind of women his exes were. Granted, I have a lot of trust in him (that he knows what he’s doing and will treat me well), but still… “Sir, I would have to be crazy to get frustrated with you. My only concern was that you come, too”
“See, that’s what I mean” he replies, drawing his fingertips over the nape of my neck. “You’re more concerned with my pleasure… but you have faith in me, Star. You had faith that I was doing the right thing for both of us”
“You always do, sir” I retort, kissing his bearded chin. Hmm, he’s a bit sweaty from denying himself, but he feels so good against me. “That’s why I love you”
He slides his hand around so that he’s cupping my face: looking up at him, I see that he’s smiling. “Little Star… honey, you touch me”
“Sir…” There’s so much that I want to say, but before I can utter a word, he kisses me softly. There’s love in his embrace and he’s so tender with me that I want to cry.
“No tears” he warns, kissing my eyelids. “I hate tears”
“I know, sir… I’m sorry”
“Nah, don’t apologize” Punk chastises, kissing the tip of my nose. “You’re feeling something, you can’t help it”
God, but he’s being sweet…
Another embrace, slow but thorough.
“Okay, honey… back to sleep we go…”
I’m thankful for the reprieve from my emotions. I snuggle down against him and close my eyes, preparing for sleep.
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