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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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In the middle of the night, I awaken, feeling cold. Punk is not beside me in bed, and I can see that the lights are on in the living room. I get up and find his discarded white shirt from the night before on the floor, pulling it on me. It covers me down to my thighs…
I pad into the living room cautiously, and find him sitting on the couch in his shorts, reading one of his comic books. I want to ask him if he can’t sleep, but I’m frozen there, just looking at him. He looks so cute, like a little kid…
“Star, you know I hate it when you stare” he intones lowly without looking up.
“I’m sorry, sir” I reply, clinging to the wall. “I was cold, and… Are you having trouble sleeping?”
He grins and puts his comic book down for the moment, patting the seat beside him. I walk over to him and take a seat, thankful that he pulls me against him so that I can warm up. “Wow, honey, you really are cold” Punk comments. He wraps his arms around me in a hug, holding me close. “As for my sleeping, well… I don’t sleep very much on the road: I actually don’t sleep much in general”
I’m confused: he has slept beside me since our first encounter.
“I know what you’re thinking, pussycat” Punk states. “I’ve just had a good run with you, but I’m back to normal now”
“Did I not please you, sir?” I query, genuinely concerned.
“Oh, no, little darling, you please me very, very much… I caught a few hours after you blew me, but I’m just not gonna get a full night tonight”
“I can sleep with the lights on if you want to read, sir” I offer, rubbing my face against his chest in order to warm up my nose.
“I have a booklight, just didn’t want to wake you” He chuckles softly. “Damn, your nose is cold”
“Sorry, sir”
“Nah, it’s my fault for leaving you alone and naked… let’s go back to bed”
We stand up together and he takes his comic book, carrying it in his left hand as he pushes me towards the bedroom with his right. I move forward, as behind me he turns off the lights. In the bedroom, he places his comic book on the nightstand and undoes his shorts, stepping out of them.
“Take my shirt off” he orders.
“Sir?”
“Skin on skin is the best way to get warm” Punk educates. “Now take off that shirt before I paddle your little bottom again”
Oh, that sounds good, but in all honesty, I want to get warm as soon as possible, so I obey him and climb into bed just as he does. He puts an arm around my waist and pulls me close…
“Now, let’s see… how am I gonna warm you up?” he queries, moving so that we’re face to face. “Maybe I should tickle you…”
His hands move to my sides and he proceeds to tickle me: I giggle and bat at his hands until he stops.
“Warmer?” Punk asks with a smile on his face.
“A bit, sir” I answer honestly. I have never seen him so playful, and I like it.
He leans closer, rubbing his nose against mine. “I think you need something more” he proclaims, nuzzling my face with his own. “Tell me what you need, pussycat”
I sigh: I can feel his hard cock against my belly, and I know that he’s just waiting for me to say that I need him. His lips are at my throat, his tongue licking my skin. God, but I want him… “I need you, sir”
“Tell me how, baby… and don’t leave out a single goddamn detail”
He certainly does like it when I verbalize my need for him, and out of love, I do so. “I need you to fuck me with your big cock, sir… I need you to make both of us come…”
A little breach in etiquette there, but he likes it. He kisses me deeply, rolling over me, and when I spread my legs, he rewards me by filling me with his cock.
“Mmm, do you like me deep in your pussy?” Punk inquires, thrusting deeply and slowly.
I dig my nails into his shoulders because he feels so goddamn good. “Oh, yes, sir… I love you deep in me: I love feeling all of you”
He laughs happily. “Squeeze me with your muscles”
I obey, clenching him with my inner muscles, and he moans.
“That is SO fucking sexy” Punk breathes, kissing me.
Our tongues clash just as he begins to pick up the pace. I slide my hands up from his shoulders so that I’m cupping his face, brushing my thumbs over his ears.
“My loving little pussycat… am I giving it to you good?”
“Oh, yes, sir… you always fuck me so good, sir”
He growls at this, angling up so that he can get his right hand to my left breast. He pinches my nipple mercilessly, which has me keening against him. “Fuck me back harder” he commands.
I’m already moving my hips to his, but I redouble my efforts, meeting his every thrust.
“Oh, yeah… that feels so good, baby” Punk groans, still torturing my nipple. “Makes me want to fill you with my come”
I’m lost in our passion: I manage to lean up and lick at his chin, trying to get him to kiss me again. He obliges for a moment, releasing my nipple and slapping my left buttock nice and hard.
“Oh, god, yes, sir” I encourage, my hands on the nape of his neck.
“My baby likes it rough” he teases, slapping my ass again. “You want me to make you come?”
“Yes, sir” I spit out, my fingers tightening in his hair.
“Baby, I’ve told you about pulling my hair” Punk warns.
I slide my hands down to his shoulders once more and apologize. I’m so fucking close…
“I want to come with you” he whispers sweetly. “Wanna fuck your pussy right into a hard orgasm”
“Oh, sir… I’m holding on for you, sir…”
“Call me Master, baby… Tell me how much you want your Master to come with you”
My brain is addled, but I force the words out. “Oh, Master, I need your come inside of me… Master, I need it so bad…”
“Call me Master when you come, honey”
He growls lowly and then grunts: I feel his cock swell inside of me as each jet shoots out of him. I come, crying for him and tilting my head back. Bright lights flash behind my eyelids: my orgasm is nothing short of all-encompassing…
It takes a moment for me to return to reality, but it is pleasant. Punk has collapsed on top of me, his cock twitching periodically. I hold him close, making little circles on his back with my fingertips and kissing his cheek. He doesn’t move to get off of me, and I’m more than okay with it.
When he finally stirs, Punk leans up and kisses me. We’re both at a loss for words, but it’s a comfortable silence that we share. His kiss is deep and thorough, loving even.
After a few minutes, he rolls us onto our sides, keeping a protective arm over my waist.
“Think I can catch another few hours now” he breathes, smiling. “Are you warm?”
“Yes, sir” I reply, kissing his chest.
“Okay, baby… I have a booklight if I need to read. Hopefully I won’t wake you”
“I’m sure you won’t” I answer. “And sir…?”
“Hm?”
“Thank you for taking care of me”
His smile grows even larger, his lip ring glinting in the moonlight. “Get some sleep, Star…”
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