Master and Submissive

Oh, why you look so sad?

Tears are in your eyes

Come on and come to me now

Don't be ashamed to cry

Let me see you through

‘Cause I've seen the dark side too

When the night falls on you

And you don't know what to do

Nothing you confess

Could make me love you less

I'll stand by you

I'll stand by you

Won't let nobody hurt you

I'll stand by you

So if you're mad, get mad

Don't hold it all inside

Come on and talk to me now

Hey, what you got to hide?

I get angry too

Well I'm a lot like you

When you're standing at the crossroads

And don't know which path to choose

Let me come along

‘Cause even if you're wrong

I'll stand by you

I'll stand by you

Won't let nobody hurt you

I'll stand by you

Take me in, into your darkest hour

And I'll never desert you

I'll stand by you

And when...

When the night falls on you, baby

You're feeling all alone

You won't be on your own

I'll stand by you

I'll stand by you

Won't let nobody hurt you

I'll stand by you

Take me in, into your darkest hour

And I'll never desert you

I'll stand by you

I'll stand by you

Won't let nobody hurt you

I'll stand by you

Won't let nobody hurt you

I'll stand by you

-- “I’ll Stand by You”, by The Pretenders

He isn’t one for affection, but there are times in which I desperately want to hug him, like now. He’s frustrated beyond words, pissed even… but my instinct is to console him. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed in our hotel room, facing away from me while I recline near the headboard, and he has just gotten off of the phone with his lawyer. His relationship with his mother has tanked and he wants to pursue a restraining order against her. (The bitch has hustled him for money over the last few years and been emotionally abusive… I can’t pretend to understand the way that his family has fallen away from him over the years. His father was an alcoholic when he was growing up, his mother obviously has some issues, and even his siblings have caused him pain. It hurts me to even think about how they have treated him over the years).

Finished with the phone call, Punk swears and throws his phone to the floor, putting his head in his hands.

We’ve been together for over a year now, we’ve been through trials and tribulations… and most importantly, we’ve been through his epic 434 day title reign.

Punk is in an emotional hell at the moment…

What I’m about to do is dangerous considering the dynamics of our relationship as Master and Submissive, but it’s breaking my heart to see him like this… Without a word, without alerting him to what I’m about to do, I slowly creep closer to him. I reach out towards him tentatively, pull my hand back, reach out again… what if he rejects me? What if I make the situation worse? Worst of all, I know he knows I’m near: usually he would say something, reprimand me for sneaking up on him, but not now…

My desire to comfort him is greater than my fear, and I place my hand on his shoulder, my fingernails biting into the cotton shirt that he’s wearing. My heart is in my throat: I’m waiting for him to chastise me or pull away… Instead, he turns to face me, and his eyes are so sad…

I can’t help it, I burst into tears…

“Pussycat” he veritably whines, turning his body to face mine.

I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him to me, praying that he won’t anger and push me away… but no, he allows the contact and actually returns the embrace, burying his face in my neck.

“I’m sorry, sir” I cry, “I’m so sorry…” And I am. I’m sorry that I’m crying, sorry that I can’t control my desire to try and comfort him… but most of all, I’m sorry that he’s so frustrated. As I hold him close and press a kiss to his temple, I feel him go slack in my arms and then I realize that he’s weeping as well. I’ve never seen him like this. It makes my heart melt and for just a moment, we switch roles… Suddenly I’m whispering words of comfort to him and stroking the back of his head. “I love you so goddamn much” I breathe, “I always will. It’s going to be okay, sir…”

He laughs sadly and slides the fingers of his right hand into my hair, caressing me in return. After a few moments, he pulls back and presses his forehead to mine. “Oh, pussycat… You have guts, you most certainly do…”

“Sir?” I question, watching as he closes his eyes and a few tears escape from his lashes.

“Most people stay away from me when I’m like this…”

“Because they’re afraid?”

“Because they don’t understand me” Punk answers, trying not to break into sobs. “Not like you do”

“I love you, sir” I whisper once more, kissing him chastely: oh, but I can taste the salt of his tears… I know what he needs even if he’s not about to voice it… Wrapping my arms around his neck, I embrace him again, more deeply than before, tenderly swiping my tongue against his.

Punk releases a sigh and begins to move his tongue languidly against mine as his hands fasten onto my waist.

With my right hand, I reach down and take hold of his t-shirt, pulling it up his body. We have to break apart for a moment as I move it over his head and drop it on the floor: I’m quick to take this moment to remove my own shirt and then our mouths reconnect.

He has always been aggressive in removing my clothing in the past, but this time his hands are gentle as he undoes the hooks on my bra. The lace slides from my frame…

We come together, chest to chest, which forces a moan from both of us. I maneuver our bodies around so that he is lying on the bed and I’m over him. He may not know it, but I do: he needs to be made love to.

One more kiss and I pull back and go down to his feet, untying his shoes and pulling them off one at a time along with his socks.

“Pussycat, what are you up to?” Punk queries softly, wiping at his tears.

I give him a tender smile and kick off my sandals before I wiggle out of my shorts and panties. “I’m going to make love to you, sir” I reply, crawling over him on the bed. “I’m going to make you feel good…”

Smirking through his tears, he reaches for me. “Come here”

I allow him to bring me up for another kiss: his arms go around me as I focus on using my tongue. We’ve kissed before, of course, but never like this, never so lovingly. I draw my hands over his chest and belly, sliding them down to his black shorts and starting to push them down his legs.

“Mmm, pussycat…” Punk purrs, running his hands down my back, “I want you… I need you…”

His words warm my heart: I want so much to make him feel the love that I have for him in every inch of his body. “Let me take care of you, sir…” I plead.

Punk nods, giving me his permission so that I can take hold of his shorts once more and slide them down his legs along with his boxers.

I’m standing by the bed now, gazing down at him. There are no words for how beautiful he is, nor for how he has captured me body and soul. Stroking the tops of his thighs, I climb onto the mattress beside him and dip my head down… I guess he’s not expecting my next move, because he nearly comes off of the bed when I lick the underside of his shaft from base to tip.

“Oh, baby” he states huskily, shifting his hips, “You have no idea how much I need you right now”

But I do… I don’t claim to know every nuance of his psyche, but I do understand how much he values loyalty and how desperately he needs love: perhaps I understand it even better than he does. I lost my mother when I was young, and it created a hole in my soul… I can only imagine the pain that he feels with the problems in his family. I could tell him all of these things, but I think that words will fall short at this moment, so instead I’m going to show him how I feel…

I lick his slit with the very tip of my tongue, gently, which garners a sigh from him, and then I use the flat of my tongue to repeat the motion. Mmm, his wetness is so salty-sweet, so goddamn good. I tenderly grasp his shaft with my right hand while I bathe his cock in kisses and licks. He moans and places his hands on my head, not to guide me but to caress me.

“Pussycat… oh yeah…”

I have my lips wrapped around him now, just teasing his cockhead by sucking on him and letting his hard ridges pop in and out of my mouth. I hear the breath catch in his throat as I ever-so-slowly go all the way down on him… damn, but I can’t stay down long without my gag reflex kicking in. I don’t care, I keep at him in smooth, even strokes that have him groaning. By his reactions, I think that I’m the first woman to have ever made love to his cock with her mouth: I’m praying it’s so because I want this moment to be special for him. Pulling back, I work his shaft with my hand and go down to his balls, licking and sucking so that I worship them before I go back to his cockhead for his precome. “I love your cock, sir…” I whisper, my lips against his shaft. “I love you”

“Baby” Punk cries, “Kiss me…”

How can I resist? The timbre of his voice is so smoky, and his eyes are still moist from his previous tears. Reluctantly, I let go of his cock and scoot further up the bed so that we’re face to face once more. I dare to rub my nose against his and to brush my lips over his cheek and lips before I finally kiss him. Punk’s hands cup my face and he holds me tenderly, his thumbs caressing my skin. As we embrace, I straddle him, pressing my backside to his engorged dick.

“Are you going to fuck me?” he questions saucily, giving me a smile.

He’s going for levity, but at the moment, I can’t bring myself to use it. I need to get my message across. I don’t correct him directly: instead I breathe, “I’m going to make love to you, sir”

Oh god, but he gives me the most fragile smile I’ve ever seen on his face… I lean down and kiss him quickly.

Punk releases a sigh of bliss as I slide my pussy on to him and begin to move up and down him. We kiss over and over, tongues playing so that I lick at his mouth.

I draw my hands over his chest, over his tattoo, over his pectorals and nipples…

“Sir” I whine, tossing back my hair, “Oh, sir…”

“Pussycat… Mmm, honey… I…”

Before he can say anything more, I sit up straight over him, rocking my hips, and fix my eyes upon his. The words just pour out of me, I can’t help it once they start… “I want you to understand, I love you and I’m in love with you: I always will be, no matter what happens. I’m never going to leave you unless you tell me to go…” Grabbing his hands in my own, I squeeze them. “I want you to hear me, sir… I may be out of line, but I don’t care because I need you to comprehend what I’m saying. I’m not like the other women… I’m here for the long haul”

There’s so much going on behind his eyes as he looks at me: emotions run across his face… and then he says it…

“I love you, too” Punk whimpers, pulling me down to him by our conjoined hands. His arms wrap around my back and he squeezes me close. “I love you, too, Star…”

My heart just melts, and despite what we’re doing, I want to cry: it takes all of my strength to rein myself in. Instead of weeping, I kiss him deeply and keep moving my hips so that he slides in and out of me. Punk pushes up into me, adding to the pleasure that we’re experiencing… oh my god, I never thought that it could get any better between us and yet here we are…

“I want to come in you” Punk breathes, releasing my mouth. “I want to come and feel you come, pussycat”

It feels so good making love to him, and between that and his beautiful words, I’m close to the edge… “Am I being good to you, sir?” I inquire sweetly.

“Oh, yes, honey… so fucking good… I want to make you mine”

I can’t help but to smile and bury my face against his throat. “I’m all yours, sir… I always have been and I always will be… I need your come so badly”

“Good, baby… because you’re going to get it… right now…”

I feel his body tense up and he grunts as the first jet of fluid shoots from his cock: that’s all it takes to make me come with him. There’s a delicious battle going on: as he throbs deep inside of me, my inner muscles clench him rhythmically as if my pussy has a mind of its own and it wants to drain him. We cry out together, losing control amidst the white-hot bliss…

Oh, but it’s hard to breathe in the afterglow, but it feels so good. My body is liquid and warm above his as he kisses my forehead.

“Pussycat?” he asks, stroking my back.

“Yes, sir?” I reply, opening the eyes that I had squeezed shut in ecstasy.

“You know my first name?”

“Yes, I do, sir…”

Punk chuckles softly. “I don’t like to use it, but just once, I’d like to hear you say it…”

It’s an invitation that I can’t refuse. Leaning up above him so that I can see his eyes, I place my hands on his sideburn covered cheeks and state firmly, “I love you, Phil”

He smiles in response, raking the fingers of his right hand through my hair. “Beautiful girl… thank you”

“For what, sir?”

“For caring”

We embrace once more as Punk rolls us onto our sides. For the moment, there’s no sadness, no pain… there’s just us and what we share. Nothing will ever change what I feel for him or the fact that I’m going to stand by him no matter what comes his way.

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TBC