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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’m in love with my Master. Yes, I love the man who tells me what to do, who punishes me when I misbehave, who rewards me when I’m good. I’m sure that a lot of people think I’m crazy for it…
It’s getting close to when we will return to the WWE. I took time off to be with him, and I don’t regret a single moment of it. Today, we spent time with Colt again, going to some book stores. Punk is a huge fan of comics (he used to work at a comic book store when he was younger) and we traipsed through quite a few stores to get what he wanted.
Dinner with Colt was a bit awkward for me because Punk insisted on putting his arm around me and I still feel like our relationship should be kept quiet. I put up with it, though, because I would never question my Master.
It’s always hard to deal with the public, even the adoring fans in Chicago. When they recognize Punk (and believe me, he IS recognized) they ask for autographs and pictures. Punk is very discerning about who gets an autograph because he hates to see them end up on ebay. I’m polite and I sign for anyone unless he says not to… but they’re not nearly as interested in me as they are him. Colt seems to take it all in stride, hamming it up for the picture takers.
After dinner, we get a coffee at Starbucks and head home, splitting from Colt. By the time we get home, I’m feeling a bit tired, but Punk is fine. He’s like a kid in a candy store with all of his new comic books. I ask for permission to take a bath and he gives it, saying that he will read his new comics while I soak.
Into the bathroom I go, filling the tub with hot water and stripping away my clothes. My backside has healed and I’m able to get in and just relax. I think about our return to the WWE and what it will entail… I won’t be needed all the time, Punk has said, but my presence will be secure.
I’ve been soaking for about thirty minutes when he comes in, saying that he has to pee. When he has finished and washed his hands, he pauses beside the tub and looks down at me.
“You need a wash rag” he states, going to the bathroom closet and finding one. He returns to me and gets on his knees beside the tub, holding it out to me.
“Thank you, sir” I respond. I take it and wet it before I get it soapy, drawing it across my upper chest.
“Give it here” Punk orders.
Handing it over, I smile when he tells me to sit up. He draws the soapy rag over my back, cleansing me.
“You’re so damn pretty” he compliments. “Why do you worry so much about what other people think?”
“Sir?” I ask, puzzled.
He chuckles to himself. “You think I didn’t notice you tightening up on me when I put my arm around you at dinner? Even now, you’re in here worrying about our return when you should be enjoying the moment”
He has me there… God, but he can read me like a book.
“I don’t know, sir” I answer honestly. “I guess I just… don’t want to be hated or to lose my job”
Wetting the washrag once more, he switches to my breasts, cleaning them tenderly. “You’re going to be hated, honey, because people are jealous and you really can wrestle… but you’re not going to lose your job, the Divas division needs you” He runs the rag over my stomach, which tickles. “I need you to have some faith in yourself”
I grasp his hand to stop the tickling and look at him: his eyes are intense, and I know that he means what he says. I want to kiss him…
“Do it” Punk encourages, leaning towards me.
I kiss him softly and slowly, just tasting his lips.
“Mmm” he intones, dropping the rag into the water.
As I open my mouth to his and our tongues connect, he slides his hand down into the water and cups my pussy. I moan at his touch.
“Want you in bed” he intones, pulling away from me for just a second.
“But, sir, your comic books…” I whisper.
“I can read them later… want you now…”
He seals his mouth over mine once more, kissing me so deeply that I immediately grow wet.
I watch as he stands up and goes back to the bathroom closet, finding a big, soft bath towel. He holds it open and motions for me. “Come here, baby…”
Smiling, I get out of the tub, opening the drain and stepping out onto the floor mat. I walk over to Punk and giggle as he wraps the towel around me. He dries me off lovingly, laughing along with me.
“Why am I so nice to you?” he muses, drying my back.
My heart begins to beat faster at his dreamy tone… could it be that he’s trying to tell me that he cares for me?
Once I’m dry, he drops the towel to the floor and focuses his eyes on mine.
“Bedroom” he orders.
I obey him, turning on my heel and entering the bedroom as he follows close behind me. I see that he has turned off the lights in the living room, and once he shuts off the bathroom light, we’re bathed in moonlight from the window.
“Undress me” Punk demands, stopping me at the foot of the bed by grabbing my right arm.
Turning to him, I start by taking off his baseball cap, which he is wearing backwards: I reverently place it on the bed.
“My shoes”
Down I go onto my knees, taking hold of his left shoe. He lifts his foot so that I can untie it and take it off, along with the sock he is wearing. I repeat the same action with his right shoe and sock…
“Back on your feet, pussycat”
I do as he says once more, and he tells me to take off his shirt. I grasp the hem and bring the white cotton cloth up and over his head before dropping it to the floor.
“Now my shorts…”
As if I wasn’t already turned on from seeing his chest, now he wants me to release his cock… oh god, but I do what he says, unbuttoning his shorts and unzipping his fly. I push his shorts and underwear down, watching as he steps out of them.
“Look at me” Punk commands.
I meet his gaze.
“You are a beautiful, sexy woman”
Blushing, I lower my head, but he isn’t having it: he grasps my chin in his right hand and forces me to meet his eyes again.
“Don’t ever look away from me when I’m talking to you” Punk reprimands, squeezing my jaw hard to emphasize his words. “You’re a beautiful, sexy woman, Star… I want you to have faith in yourself and your abilities”
He’s serious, and it touches my heart. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying.
“No, no, no” he chastises, shaking his head. “No tears. I want to hear you say ‘you’re right, sir’…”
Oh god… “I… you’re right, sir”
“I want you to have an attitude with other people. You’re my girl… I didn’t pick just anyone: I chose YOU. Now, what’s your name?”
“Star, sir”
“And who are you?”
A million answers run through my head, but I pick the one that I know he wants to hear. “I’m your girl, sir”
“Fucking right… and that means you’re special. So no more worrying about what it’ll be like when we get back on the road, no more worrying about the others. You’re mine just like you’ve always been. Now kiss me, just like you wanted to when we first met…”
Punk releases my face and I move in on him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I have to push up on my toes a bit in order to reach him, but I lean forward so that our bodies touch and I press my lips to his. I kiss him deeply and with abandon, hearing him growl lowly as my tongue caresses his. I wonder if he knows just how much I wanted him when I first saw him: I try my very best to express it with my lips and tongue. I can feel his hardness pressing to my belly, leaving his wetness behind on my skin.
He lowers us down to the bed, covering my body with his. Oh, but the muscle of him… I run my hands over his arms, his neck, his back…
“So nice when you’re affectionate” Punk breathes, breaking our kiss. “You like me?”
I know he’s teasing, I can see his tongue protruding from his lips. He just wants to hear me say it again…
“Master, I love you” I retort, holding him close.
“Tell me why, again?” he queries, sliding down to my right breast. He teases my nipple with his tongue and teeth so that my mind begins to fog.
“Mmm, sir… because you understand me…” I whimper, closing my eyes with bliss.
“Go on…” He shifts to my left nipple, leaving the right one a hardened peak.
“You know what I need, sir… You know just how to treat my body”
At that, he sucks hard on my left nipple: I arch my back and cry out at the combination of pain and pleasure.
“You like it so hard it hurts, don’t you?” Punk inquires against my flesh.
“Yes, sir” I confess, placing my hands on his shoulders.
“But you also like it soft and sweet” he intones, lifting himself up so that he can look down at me. “My, my, Miss Star… one might think that you love fucking me”
“Oh, but I do, sir… any way that you want me”
“You’ll do anything that I want, won’t you, you naughty girl?”
I nod in agreement. “Oh, yes, sir”
“Mmm, I have plans for you, sweetheart” he promises, smiling. “But for now…”
Punk draws the fingertips of his right hand down my body to the junction of my legs. I open for him, and am rewarded when he slides two fingers inside of my pussy.
I moan as he places his thumb on my clit and begins to fuck me… “Oh, sir…”
“Receptive little pussy” he whispers, licking my right nipple. “God, but you’re wet”
“You make me wet, sir” I reply, pushing my hips forward.
“Mmm, do I?” he asks impishly, rubbing my clit with his thumb.
Oh, god, what he makes me feel! He fucks me with his fingers until I’m teetering on the edge, gasping and calling his name.
“Don’t you dare come without permission” Punk warns, biting at my left nipple.
“Oh, sir, can I come?”
“Not yet” he denies, working my clit even faster. “Stay on the edge for a minute…”
I dig my hands into the sheets, making fists with the fabric. My entire body is clamoring for release and he’s making me hold on and deny myself. “Please, sir” I whine.
“Just a bit more… you’re so fucking juicy right now”
I cry out but obey him, holding back even though it hurts…
“Okay” he breathes, grinning down at me. “Okay, baby… you can come”
With his permission given, I orgasm hard, arching my back and crying his name. He continues to pump his fingers in me, extending my bliss…
Afterwards, I’m a trembling mess, barely cognizant of where I am. Opening my eyes, I find that he is leaning over me, watching me.
“Suck my fingers clean” he orders, giving me his right hand.
Taking hold of his wrist, I obey, cleaning his digits of my juices. It’s beyond sexy… Releasing his fingers, I also clean his thumb, which makes him laugh.
“Oh, baby” Punk coos, “That mouth of yours makes me so hot… I want you to blow me”
“Oh, yes” I reply, accepting a deep kiss from him.
He releases my mouth and then climbs up over me, straddling my chest so that his cock is in my face. Oh, but he looks so good: his cock is red and wet at the tip. He grasps his shaft and meets my gaze as I look up at him…
“Open your mouth: stick your tongue out…” he demands.
I do as he says, my eyes never leaving his. He rubs his cockhead against my tongue: mmm, but I can taste his precome.
“Good girl” he whispers, sighing with bliss. “Do I taste good?”
I nod my head gently, mewing in the back of my throat.
He brushes his cockhead over my face, against my chin, my cheeks, but always coming back to my mouth. “God, but I love the way my cock looks against your skin…”
“Mmm, Master” I cry, resting my hands on his thighs.
“What is it, baby? Do you wanna suck me?”
“Oh, yes”
Punk laughs softly and slides himself into my mouth, nearly gagging me. I don’t care, though, he tastes and feels so fucking good against my tongue…
“Oh, there’s my sweet girl’s mouth” he says, reaching down and sliding the fingers of his right hand into my hair. He works me over his cock, veritably fucking my face. He presses his left hand to the wall and gazes down at me…
My god, but his eyes are so dark and beautiful, and the look on his face is intense, full of pleasure. I suck him as best I can, thankful that he stops from time to time so that I can breathe. My eyes are watering, but I don’t care: he’s gorgeous having his ecstasy. With my right hand, I cradle his balls and begin to play with them.
“Yesss” Punk hisses, tilting his head back with bliss. “Yes, pussycat…”
I can only moan around his cock, which he seems to like because he growls and returns his eyes to mine.
“Suck me harder”
I do as he commands, sucking him with all I’ve got. This makes him groan and pull on my hair.
“Holy fuck” Punk swears, “the mouth on you…”
I’m sweating a bit from working him so hard, but I don’t care. In this moment, he has become his cock, and by loving it, I’m loving him. I want to suck him forever, but his groans tell me that he won’t last long…
He pulls his cock from my mouth, grabbing hold of his shaft with his right hand.
“Master…” I whine, trying to lean forward and capture him again with my mouth.
“No” he denies, pushing me back with his left hand. “You stay right there and let me come…”
“Oh, yes, sir” I retort, licking my lips. I want his come so badly.
Punk grins at me, his face morphing a bit as pleasure washes over him. “Open your mouth, pussycat”
I drop my jaw, sticking my tongue out.
“Oh, yeah, baby… you wanna taste me?”
“Yes, sir”
“Say ‘please’…” he huffs.
“Please, sir… please give me your come…”
I feel his balls tighten in my palm, and then he grunts: the first jet hits me on the forehead, the second covers my tongue. I keep my mouth open for him as he orgasms, his sweet come splashing on my skin.
“Oh, fuck” he cries, his body trembling.
I dutifully clean my face of his fluid with my fingers, licking them clean. “Mmm” I moan appreciatively, delighting in his taste, so salty-sweet.
“Don’t you dare miss a drop” Punk orders, reaching down to firmly grasp my chin.
I don’t, cleaning my skin like someone with OCD. I finish by licking his cockhead, gathering all of his flavor until he can’t stand it anymore and he pushes me away.
“I get sensitive, you know” he breathes.
“I’m sorry, sir” I soothe as he collapses at my side, still panting. He allows me to cuddle against him, and I stroke his chest. “That was so sexy, sir”
Punk chuckles and lazily puts his left arm around me so that my head is on his chest. “Back at you, Star. You really know how to please me, just like I suspected…”
It’s my turn to giggle: he said that at our first encounter.
We cuddle down together for sleep, allowing dreams to overtake us.
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