Unbreakable

Chapter Thirty - Nine

June's POV

"Fuck me, please!" a voice that sounded like mine, but seems detached from me cried out. "Harder. Deeper. Please! God you're so big!"

"That's it. Beg for me. Tell me exactly what you want," a deep voice demanded gruffly, turning me on even more if that was even possible.

I can't remember the whole scene exactly, but I was on a bed, but not on my back - my arms were weak and I saw my tits swinging. Me and a strong, sweaty body rocked back and forth. I was out of breath, but consumed by pleasure. Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting on my ass and I yelped as my body fell forward. He immediately pushed on my lower back, increasing the angle and fucking me deeper. I moaned out to him in pure ecstasy as his hand came down on my ass again and again, getting harder each time.

"Please, I need to come," my distant voice whimpered and I was given permission. My body wracked with spasms as the intense pleasure washed over me.

Suddenly I felt empty and I whined, but then I felt warm liquid spurt onto my lower back and I received another harsh slap to my ass, the sound reverberating off the walls. "Good girl. You're such a dirty whore, pet."

I gasp and sit up. My whole body is covered in a sheen of sweat, and I wipe the hair plastered to my face out of the way. I put my head in my hands and try to control my breathing.

"Babygirl, what's wrong?" I hear Ashton's groggy voice from behind me.

"N-nothing," I stammer.

He sits up with me and turns me to face him. I should know better than to try and hide things from Asthon. We've been trying to regain my memory back for the past couple of weeks and he knows when i'm hiding something.

"Do you want another punishment?" he threatens. He strokes my hair, being comforting yet menacing at the same time. He tugs slightly on my hair and whispers in my ear sending shivers down my back, "You've been getting a lot of those lately. Maybe you like it too much. Dirty little girl, likes getting spanked by me until her ass is red, doesn't she?

I whimper at his dirty talk. My stomach clenches and I feel desire start to pool between my legs.

He tugs harder on my hair. "I asked you a question, babygirl."

"Y-yes I like it," I reply softly, and he growls as his lips connect with my neck. I shudder under his touch. "But I don't want to get punished again," I say breathlessly.

"Then tell me what's wrong."

I bite my lip and shake my head slightly, having an internal war with myself. He takes it the wrong way and thinks I'm disobeying him. "Naughty girl. I'm going to count to three and if you haven't told me by then I'm going to spank you with my belt this time then tie to the bed and have my way with you until you beg me to stop."

I almost moan at the promises he's made. I love when he talks dirty - definitely a turn on. As much as I would love for him to do that, I don't think I'm emotionally or mentally up for it right now.

"One," he says slowly, a growl evident in his voice.

My eyes widen in panic and I try to catch my breath. Why is it so hard to tell him about my nightmare?

"Two."

I know why. It's because it was such an intense and pleasurable memory, and I had thought that I was remembering something that Ashton and I had done, but it took a turn for the worst and Master was the one standing over me, releasing himself all over me. The feeling of worthlessness and filth returned and I didn't want to talk about it.

"Thr - " Ashton begins the third count, wrapping a strong hand around my throat.

But I stop him. "It was Master."

"What?" his voice sounds surprised, but angry.

"H-he..." I can barely get the words out. He gently rubs my back and murmurs encouraging words into my ear. I suck it up and decide that it's best to get it out there so I don't have to hold on to it any longer. "We were having sex. He was taking me from behind and slapping my ass. Telling me how much he loved fucking my hungry pussy, that I was just a good for nothing slut that didn't even deserve the pleasure he was giving me."

I didn't realize I was crying until he pulled me onto his lap and pulled me close, allowing me to bury my head into his chest. I really don't need to be going into all this detail, but what we realized a little while ago that it's the most helpful when I recount everything.

"Keep going, babygirl. You're doing great," he coos.

"I-It felt so good. Before he started talking I thought I was remembering something that we had done, but when he started talking I think that's when I started to panic and woke up."

"Is that everything?"

I shake my head and tell him the last bit. "He pulled out and came all over me. I felt so dirty and used. I don't ever want to feel like that again, Ashton. I-It scared me how much I loved it when it was happening, but - but now, now I realize how fucked up it was."

"What they did was absolutely heinous," he agrees with me. We sit in silence, appreciating each other's company as he rubs my arm up and down. Then I feel his chest rise as he takes a breath. I know he's going to ask me something, so I brace myself. "Will you let me replace the memory?"

"H-how?"

"We're going to reenact it, but this time it's going to me, and I promise to make you feel loved and cherished."

"I don't know, Ashton. I'm not sure I'm up for it. I love when you fuck me from behind and slap my ass, don't get me wrong, but I don't want to see you like I see him," I tell him honestly.

He doesn't reply immediately, thinking deeply before speaking again. "Do you know what you used to call me?"

I pull away and look up at him. Even though he tried to cover it up with a confident tone, his voice wavered. Our eyes connect and I see that it's something that he didn't actually want to bring up, but now it's out there. Do I want to know?

I shake my head and ask timidly, "W-what did I call you?"

I figure if it's something from the past, it was going to come out eventually. I would rather it be at a time where we were relaxed and comfortable with each other rather than it suddenly returning and knocking me off my feet.

He just stares at me. I can almost see the wheels turning inside his head as he wages war within his mind whether or not it's alright to tell me.

"It's okay. I want to know. Whatever it is, we'll work it out together just like we have been with everything else," I try to encourage him, raising my hands to either side of his head.

He takes a deep breath and says, "Master."

Author's Note

Two updates in one day! I'm totally going to get in so much trouble for not studying right now, but I don't care. My brain is completely overwhelmed with all this stupid information about history, geography and biology.

Sorry to leave it there, but the next chapter is going to be intense. It'll take more brain power than I have right now and more effort than I'm willing to give, tbh.

I'm planning on updating next week. So, until then.

Peace,

DDD