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Master and Submissive	By : sugarkisses Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 5701 -:- 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 sitting next to him on a plane heading from Chicago to San Diego. It’s going to be a long flight, but I’m excited because he chose me to be at his side while he confronts Triple H at the Comic Con. Frankly, he could have any woman in the world… he’s attractive, sly and authoritative. Up until very recently, the fans loved to hate him, and now he’s like a modern day Stone Cold (except, of course, that he would never drink). We’re sitting side by side in first class, quiet and unassuming.
Our relationship has been volatile, to say the least. I had barely joined Nexus as its first female member when Punk took over the faction. Some of the guys had left the Nexus to follow Wade Barrett over to Smackdown, but I had remained. I found myself mesmerized by Punk’s stare and his words: he promised us victory if we would just have faith… and then the guys had gone through a hellish initiation into the new Nexus, allowing themselves to be beaten in front of the WWE Universe. I had been shocked and appalled… and yet, I didn’t try to leave. My initiation didn’t happen until the cameras went off that night. Punk told me flat out that I was to be spanked by him in front of the others: that is, if I wanted to stay in Nexus. What could I say? Of course I wanted to stay in Nexus under his leadership, and what’s more, the idea of being spanked by him turned me on. So, wearing my jeans and t-shirt, I had allowed him to sit down and put me across his lap. He wasn’t easy on me: it had sounded sexy, and god knows that he is, but when he spanked me, he didn’t hold back. I had yelped and bit my lip, fighting back tears of pain. He paddled my ass until I was sore, and when he let me up, he stood with me and smiled down at me while the others looked on. “By the way, Star” he ordered, “one more thing… I want you to get your tongue pierced, tonight. I’m taking you out to get it done”
Coming back to the present from my reverie, I gently scrape my teeth against my tongue until they hit the stud that’s there. He hadn’t been kidding about my getting the piercing; indeed, he had taken me out to get it done that very night, and god did it hurt. He had grinned at me once it was done, his lip ring glinting in the light as he praised, “Good girl”. I still don’t know why he had me get it pierced…
I have a bad habit of playing with the piercing when I’m nervous or excited, and I do so now because I’m both. Next to me in his seat, Punk is so relaxed that he seems to be drifting towards sleep.
He’s more aware than I think though, because he shifts a bit and whispers, “Don’t play with it”
I stop immediately: he abhors it when I mess with my tongue stud. I busy myself with staring out the window at the clouds going by.
“Relax, Star” Punk says softly, intertwining his fingers and placing them across his stomach, “In two hours we land and then we hit Comic Con”
I know better than to respond at the moment. Instead I lean back in my seat and release a deep breath.
“That’s a girl, relax… It’s all cake from here on out…”
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We blasted into Comic Con and Punk confronted Triple H… made him look like a fool, as far as I’m concerned. After the confrontation, Punk and I went to a posh hotel. I thought that he would have me get a separate room, but he didn’t… I figured, okay, he’ll ask for a room with two beds, I can handle that, I mean, he runs Nexus and I’m Nexus… Punk sent me to the hotel gift shop to get him some gum while he finished getting the room…
Returning to the counter with his favorite brand, I hand it to him as a bellboy grabs our luggage. We go up to the top floor, and I’m starting to get nervous: what kind of a room did he get?
The bellboy leads us to a penthouse suite, opening the door for us and ushering us inside. As he brings our luggage in, I step into the room and bite back a gasp… Punk got us the nicest room I have ever seen in my life. There’s a front room with couches and a TV, windows with a beautiful view of the city… Without waiting for Punk to tell me whether or not I can do so, I go to the window and gaze out at San Diego, completely overwhelmed by the situation.
Punk tips the bellboy and watches him leave, locking the door behind him. “Star” he states, laughing, “What is it with you and windows?”
“I…” I begin. Oh shit, what do I say? I turn to face my master, noticing that he is smiling.
He takes off his Cubs baseball hat and runs the fingers of his right hand through his hair. “Did I tell you to go to the window?”
“No, sir” I reply respectfully. I quickly return to his side and wait for him to give me an order.
“Take our bags into the bedroom and then come back out here” he demands.
I obey without question, lifting our small suitcases (we’re only staying for one night) and head through the living room and into the bedroom… When I see the bed, I gasp softly, biting my tongue in disbelief. There’s only one bed! Well, maybe he’ll have me sleep on a couch: but then why would he have me bring my bag in here too? Ugh, he told me to return to the front room after I had taken the suitcases into the bedroom. I don’t have time to ponder, I have to get back out there…
Once I return to him, I notice that he has taken off the backpack carrying his title, along with his shoes and socks. He tells me to sit down and get out of my own shoes: once I have, he orders me to turn on the television and find the local news. I do as he asks quietly (he doesn’t like any lip) vaguely registering that he has gone behind me to use the phone and order room service. Finding the local news, I turn the volume up like he likes it and gently set the remote down on the coffee table in front of me. Finished with his phone call, he sits down next to me and sighs, putting his feet up on the table.
“Dinner will be here in about thirty minutes” Punk spouts, rubbing his lower lip. “You’ll get the door when it gets here”
“Yes, sir”
“Until then, you sit here with me and watch the news”
“Yes, sir” He likes to be answered immediately and respectfully: I learned that early on. As I sit next to him, I dare to let my mind wander… I wonder why he chose me to come out to San Diego with him instead of one of the guys, or even his girlfriend, Beth. They were all in Chicago when he won the title… but I was the one that he chose. Me, the female member of Nexus… The guys all treat me well, always have, and Punk demands that they do so. I’m the groups’ show piece, the trophy girl who wrestles other females with all of my guts and a bit of a mean streak… okay, so Punk encourages the mean streak with a vengeance. I’ve wrestled my fair share of women, even Beth, and had my wins and my losses.
I’m still thinking when there’s a knock at the door, but I’m quick to jump out of my reverie and get up, opening the door. There’s a man with a cart of food: he smiles at me and helps me get the cart into the room, next to the dining table.
Once he is gone, Punk smiles and gets up, stating, “Mmm, dinner” I wait for him by the table as he approaches, watching as he sits down at the table. “Serve me, Star. I got us the same thing, so I hope you’re hungry”
There are two domed dishes on the cart top. I take the lid off of one and find myself faced with lobster, boiled potatoes and green beans. Quickly, I place the dish in front of him along with some silverware.
“There’s diet Pepsi on there somewhere” he quips, picking up his fork.
I find two cans on the bottom of the cart: I put one in front of Punk, opening it, and the other I place at what will be my setting. He starts eating, and I watch him, waiting for permission to serve myself.
“Okay, you can eat” he agrees, taking a bite of his green beans.
“Thank you, sir” I place the other plate at my setting and sit down. The food smells delicious… I dig into the potatoes and Punk laughs.
“I didn’t realize you were so hungry, Star”
“Sorry, sir”
“It’s okay…”
Well, that’s a new one, he’s actually letting me get away with something… then again, he did order me a sumptuous dinner, which in itself is an oddity. It’s almost like we’re celebrating…
“So, do you think that Hunter enjoyed seeing us?” he queries, cracking his lobster tail.
Conversation? Okay… I dive in cautiously. “Yes, sir… I think he was thoroughly surprised”
“I think so, too” Punk responds, reaching over to my plate and cracking my lobster as well.
“Thank you, sir” That’s another thing: if CM Punk does something for you, you thank him ASAP. Not doing so can result in a verbal beating the likes of which you’ve never seen.
Punk goes back to his meal, smiling. “I especially liked the look on his face when I told him that Stephanie has my number”
I giggle, opening my can of soda. Punk had certainly got Hunter on that one.
“So, Star… tell me about yourself. You’re from Chicago, too”
I nod. “Yes, sir… born and raised”
“Family?”
“I have a father, sir, that’s all. My mother died when I was eight”
“I’m sorry to hear that” he replies, eating a bite of lobster. “Are you a Cubs fan or a Sox fan?”
I grin, knowing there’s only one right answer. “Cubs, sir”
“Raised on the North side, eh?”
“Yes, sir”
“Are you German?”
“Yes, sir”
“Nice… Catholic or Protestant?”
I sip from my soda and answer him. “Catholic, sir”
“Hmm… I like Catholic girls”
A pang of heat goes through me. I’ve always found him attractive… could he possibly be flirting with me? No, I must be imagining it. I focus on my food and try to shake away the arousal that is hitting me.
“This lobster is so good” Punk comments non-chalantly. “How is yours?”
“Delicious, sir”
“Good”
We finish the rest of our dinner in relative silence. Afterward, we sit on the couch and watch TV, something that Punk really likes to do. Before I know it, it is getting late…
“Time for bed” Punk announces. “Go get ready”
I get up and go into the bedroom, opening my suitcase. I take out a pink silk nightie along with my toothbrush and tooth paste. In the bathroom, I change out of my clothes and brush my teeth… Leaving the bedroom, I return to the living room, fully expecting to be told that I’ll be sleeping on the couch.
Punk stands up from the couch after he has turned off the TV: he’s boring holes into me with his eyes. “Look at you” he comments. “You look like a piece of candy, all wrapped up in pink…”
I want to ask him what he means, but I don’t dare. As I watch, he turns off the only light in the room, bathing us in darkness. Before I know it, he is at my side and taking my hand in his, he leads me back to the bedroom. Now my heart is really in my throat: he has a girlfriend, for god’s sake! What is he thinking?
He turns on the bedroom light and maneuvers me so that I’m standing in front of him. “I’ve been waiting for tonight… take my shirt off, Star”
Swallowing nervously, I do as he asks, grasping the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Oh my god, there’s his beautiful chest, covered in tattoos.
“You like my tatts, don’t you?” Punk inquires.
“Yes, sir” I answer honestly.
“Mmm… tell me, how long have you wanted to fuck me?”
I’ve never heard him swear before, let alone ask me such a personal question. I blush furiously and lower my eyes to the floor…
“Look at me” he demands, grabbing hold of my chin and lifting it. Once we’re making eye contact again, he asks once more, “How long have you wanted to fuck me?”
Trembling, I answer him. “Since I first saw you, sir”
“Mmm, nice” he retorts. “Did you fuck Wade when he ran Nexus?”
“No, sir” I reply honestly.
Punk chuckles, releasing my face. “Fucking idiot never thought about it, I bet… he didn’t know how to run shit. Me, on the other hand, well, I know how to get what I want… Now, take off my shorts”
Again I obey, although I’m literally shaking with my nervousness. I slide his black shorts down, off of his legs and he steps out of them. His big, thick cock is fully erect and wet at the tip. I can’t help myself… “Oh my god” I breathe.
He laughs, taking hold of my face with his hands. “Look at me, my sweet girl”
I return his gaze, falling into his hazel irises.
“You’re mine… I own Nexus, so I own you… and I plan on fucking your brains out…”
“But, sir… Beth…”
“Forget about Beth, she doesn’t know how to please me… but something tells me that you do”
“Sir…” I protest.
“Shh” he responds, pressing his right index finger to my lips. “Enough talking… on your knees…”
I genuflect obediently, feeling a pang of desire roll through me as I see his cock. God, but he is beautiful, all hard and red.
His hands go to the back of my head, his fingers digging into my hair. “Open your mouth” he commands.
I do as he asks, sticking out my tongue: he laughs at my eagerness.
“One thing at a time, babe” Punk chastises. He pushes his hips forward and sheaths himself in my mouth…
Oh my god, I choke on his cock, the thickness of it impressive. He holds me down on him for a few seconds while I gag, and then he releases me.
“Mmm, nice” he compliments. “Now you can suck: and babe, I expect you to use that tongue stud”
Dear god, was this what he was thinking of when he had me pierce my tongue? I want to ask him, but I know that I can’t. He has given an order, and I have to obey: what’s more, I want to obey. There’s nothing that I want more at the moment than to suck him off until he comes…
I start out by licking his cockhead, collecting his salty wetness on my tongue. Punk purrs at this, watching me.
“Suck” he pleads, and I do, wrapping my lips around him and pulling him into my mouth.
Mmm, he’s so deliciously salty. I run my tongue over his veins, cataloguing his flavor. I’ll be fucked, but he tastes better than any other man I’ve ever been with. Up and down I go, bobbing my head.
“Use the stud” Punk huffs, still holding my head.
I focus on using it, trailing the stud over his shaft. This is the first time that I’ve used it, so I have to concentrate a bit. I want to please him so much I can’t even tell you…
“Good girl” he moans, tilting his head back with bliss. “Oh god, you’re goooood”
I want to smile at his praise, but I’m too busy working at him. He is my master, my everything… and if I’m lucky, he will be my lover tonight.
“Mmm” he groans. “Oh, babe… babe, stop…”
I don’t want to… I continue to suck until he pulls away.
“God damn it, I said stop!” Punk yells. He slaps my face lightly. “You obey me, you know that… You’ve got to do as I say or this won’t work, Star. Now get on the bed”
Firmly chastised, my face blushing with my embarrassment, I climb up onto the bed. I didn’t mean to disobey, honest, but he just tastes so good…
Punk releases a deep sigh and cracks his neck. “God damn it, you almost made me come before I wanted to”
I bite my lower lip, tears forming in my eyes at his tone. Oh fuck, I fucked up…
“Tears?” he asks, leaning over me. “Don’t cry…”
Before I know it, he has climbed in over me and is caressing my face where he slapped me. Punk nuzzles my face with his own, the gruff on his cheeks and chin gently scratching my skin. I feel his lip ring against my cheek…
“Gimme a kiss” he requests.
“Yes, sir” I answer, sighing with relief. I kiss him softly at first, just tasting his mouth and enjoying the feel of his lip ring. I cup his neck with my right hand, caressing him…
“Open your mouth”
I comply, and then… oh, god, his warm, wet tongue enters my mouth. Our studs connect, our tongues playing.
Chuckling gently, he pulls back. “Sweet little girl…you taste so good…lie back now…”
Punk eases me down to the mattress and slides his hands to my neck, straddling my body. I can see his cock as he pulls the straps of my nightie down and exposes my breasts.
“Nice tits…” Punk comments, placing his hands on them. He squeezes roughly and smiles. “Mmm… real, too”
Gazing down at his hands, I can see the tattoos on his knuckles as he squeezes again. I moan, arching my back.
“Do you want me to suck them?” he queries.
“Oh, yes, sir” I beg, reaching out to touch his chest: I’m taking a risk by doing so without his permission, but I just can’t help myself.
He chuckles at my action. “Did I tell you to touch my chest?” he inquires, pinching my nipples.
I hiss at the sensation. “N-no, sir” I stumble, dropping my hands.
“I’m allowing you a lot of leeway, honey, but don’t push it…”
Down he goes to my left breast, licking and sucking the nipple. I keen at this, biting my lower lip. Technically, he hasn’t given me permission to moan, either.
He licks and nips roughly before moving on to my right breast. Oh, god, but I want to touch him, want to feel the softness of his hair…
Releasing my breast, he looks up at me. He sees the look on my face and frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“I…” I force the words out, although I don’t know what his reaction will be. “Can I touch you, sir?”
He laughs raucously. “Is that what’s bothering you? You want to touch me?”
“Yes, sir…”
“Okay” he concedes, pausing to shake his finger at me, “but no touching my cock… I’m not going to be undone before I want to be”
With his permission given, I run my palms over his upper chest, sighing at the contact. He’s strong, muscular under his skin. I even dare to caress his nipples, hearing him hum at the touch.
Slowly, keeping his hazel eyes latched on mine, he slides down until he is between my legs. “Spread ‘em” he instructs.
I do as he asks…
“Wider…”
I throw my legs wide open, blushing as I do so.
“Let me see here” Punk whispers, leaning down over me. “Mmm, you smell good… I can see that you’re wet already”
He places his hands on my thighs, holding me open. I’m shaved down there, with a butterfly tattoo on my mound.
“Tell me, baby, have you ever been eaten out by a man with a tongue stud?”
I shake my head. “No, sir…”
Punk laughs gently. “You’re gonna love it”
Oh, I have a feeling I’m going to love it because it’s him…
Slowly, teasing me, he runs his tongue from my entrance to clit. I moan and take hold of his head with my hands.
“Easy” he states, “No pulling my hair”
I nod in agreement, forgetting to say yes, sir, for the moment.
He lowers his head again and proceeds to use his tongue stud on my outer lips, teasing.
“Oh, god… Sir…” I cry, shifting my hips.
Now he’s playing with my clit, pushing it back and forth, the stud on his tongue stimulating me. It feels so good and I know I’m getting wetter.
“Sweet pussy” he mumbles, “Sooo fucking sweet”
“Oh… Sir…” I want to wrap my legs around his head, he’s so fucking good. No one has ever eaten me out like this in my life…
Punk slides a finger inside of me and chuckles. “Holy shit, Star… you’re tight…”
“Mmm” I respond, stroking his head.
“I just might hurt you if I don’t prepare you”
Is it ego or truth…? Maybe a bit of both, but he goes down on me again, licking and sucking so that my head begins to spin. It doesn’t take long before I’m on the edge of an intense orgasm. I’m trembling, barely holding on…
“I… Sir…” I cry, nearly losing my mind.
“Ask me, baby” Punk encourages.
I have to, just can’t hold back any longer… “Can I come?” I plead.
“Oh, yes, honey”
His permission given, I go over the edge hard, thrashing, seeing bright lights behind my closed eyelids and calling for him. Oh god, but he’s good…
When I next come to my senses, he’s still between my legs, but he’s propped up so that I can see him smiling at me.
“Sir?”
He shakes his finger at me. “I told you not to pull my hair”
Oh god, had I done it in the throes of my passion? I didn’t mean to… “I’m sorry, sir” I apologize quickly, hoping that I can appease him.
“Bad girl” Punk responds. Before I can even realize what he’s doing, he bites my inner thigh, hard, and sucks at the flesh. It hurts and I squirm from the pain.
When he releases me, he climbs back up to face me and slides his hands under my neck.
“Look at me” Punk demands.
I acquiesce, meeting his gaze with my brown eyes.
“Do you want me to fuck you with my cock?”
Is he kidding? I want nothing more… “Oh, yes, sir” I reply, stroking his shoulders.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Are you safe, baby?”
I’m on the pill, so I say confidently, “Yes, sir”
Punk smiles at me and leans down to kiss me. “Good girl…”
Mmm, I love his tongue, love the feel of our studs colliding. I can taste myself in his kiss… delicious and so fucking arousing…
“Okay… deep breath, honey… here I come…”
I’m not sure what he means until I feel his cockhead slide into me: he’s big, bigger than the kind of man that I’m used to. I gasp as he fills me, gently stretching my pussy.
“Oh, yes” Punk sighs, leaning up on his arms over me. “Oh, baby…”
“Sir” I coo, massaging his chest. “Oh, god…”
“Not god, baby… What’s my name?”
I cry out as he begins to move, foregoing all of the sweet, romantic bullshit and barreling into me. My hands shift up to his back and I impulsively dig my nails into his flesh. I wrap my legs around his waist to hold him close…
“What’s my fucking name?” he demands, reaching up and gently slapping my face.
Oh, I’m going to enjoy this… “CM Punk!” I yell.
“That’s right, baby… I’m CM Punk and I’ll fuck you raw… You like that idea?”
“Yes, sir!” I cry, holding him to me. His cock feels so fucking good inside of me. I’ve wanted to fuck him for a long time now, and he’s not disappointing me. I feel split on his cock, he’s so goddamn big…
As he fucks me rough, he slaps my face: not hard enough to hurt, just enough to keep my attention. “Fucking sweet, tight pussy” Punk huffs. “Love the feel of you”
“I love the feel of you, too, sir…”
He smiles – it’s a big smile- and pauses in his thrusts to kiss me. His kiss is surprisingly tender: I’m not expecting it. I’m so wrapped up in his tongue that I’m only vaguely aware that he is maneuvering our bodies… I end up on my side with Punk behind me as he releases my mouth. Taking hold of my left leg, he lifts it and begins to move hard and fast again. I’m keening in seconds, reaching back to take hold of his hip.
“Easy, baby” he warns. “You know that’s my bad hip”
Oh my god, how could I have forgotten? I let go of him and instead dig my hands into the sheets, twisting them hard. “Oh, god!” I yelp, lowering my head.
“No” Punk denies, grasping my neck with his right hand. “Keep your head up…”
I want to reply, but he’s squeezing my throat so that I can’t. God help me, but it’s sexy… he can choke me if he wants, I don’t care, so long as he keeps fucking me.
In and out he goes, in smooth, fast strokes. I can feel another orgasm building in me and I know I won’t last long…
“Oh, sir…” I whine as he lets go of my throat and puts his hand on the back of my head, pulling my hair.
“I know, honey… I can feel your pussy twitching… it’s okay, you come when you want, because I’m going to”
“I want your come, sir” I plead, licking my lips.
“Do you? You want my come in your hot little pussy?”
“Yes, sir… please, give it to me…”
Punk chuckles and then moans. “Oh, baby… here it comes…”
He growls and grunts, pressing his forehead to the nape of my neck.
“Oh, fuck!” he cries. I feel his cock swell and twitch inside of me… at the first jet of his fluid, I lose it, coming along with him.
Stars behind my eyelids again. I tremble hard as my orgasm washes over me, and I’m acutely aware of his grunts and the way that he shivers against me…
We’re both panting, a fine sheen of sweat between our bodies. I don’t dare to move and break the sweetness of the afterglow, but Punk shifts behind me, turning me to face him without breaking our connection. I’m surprised when he kisses me again, all gentle and sweet.
“Did you like?” he inquires.
For just a second, just a moment, he looks vulnerable.
“Oh, yes, sir” I answer, running my hands over his chest.
He grins smugly. “I knew you would… I have to say, Miss Star, that was pretty fucking good”
I’m entranced by the tattoos on his chest, running my fingertips over his skin as I trace one of them. The colors are magnificent and the artwork is nothing short of breathtaking.
Punk yawns contentedly. “You should get more tattoos, Star”
I can’t help but to giggle. “I think they look better on you, sir”
“Well, I don’t mean that you should get my tattoos”
My mind is blown… I’m lying in bed with CM Punk and we just fucked. He’s playing with my hair, curling it around his fingers. I never expected so much affection from him: after all, I’m property, nothing more.
“Hmm… get the lights, I’m tired”
I get out of bed, having to dismount him: I cry out unhappily at the loss, which makes him chuckle. As I shut off the lights, I fuss with my nightie, which is pooled around my waist.
“Take that off” Punk orders through the darkness.
I slide the silk off of my frame and return to the bed. Beside the mattress I pause. “Do you want me to sleep on the couch, sir?” I query, still a bit unsure of where this is all going.
“Star, get your ass back in bed” he retorts.
I climb back onto the mattress, smiling to myself. He immediately pulls me into his arms and holds me close.
“Go to sleep, girl”
Closing my eyes, I press my face to his chest and settle in for a much needed sleep.
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