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The collar and leash are abandoned at the foot of the bed. Rachel notices this from the doorway and stops suddenly, waiting to see.
Keith has Ana by the scalp and he's holding her at almost arm's length, one hand in her hair and the other on her shoulder, pushing her toward the headboard.
"Show me what you did." He speaks through his teeth, pushing and pulling her toward the head of the bed.
"I can't," she whines. Ana's voice is tight and it pushes Rachel one step through the doorway. She lurches forward, but then leans back against the door jam, holding her breath until she realizes she's doing it.
Keith lets Ana go with a shove, tossing her onto her knees on the bed. She crawls forward a little, fumbling on her knees until she reaches the headboard.
"Show me," he repeats. Ana stares at him for just a second before turning back toward the headboard.
"I just tugged," she whispers, running her hand down the broken slat. She pushes her palm into the broken wood like she's hunting for a splinter. "I put my hands on the chain and my feet on the headboard, and I tugged."
Keith leans into her, his chin almost resting on her shoulder. "How long did it take?"
"Ten tries, maybe?" Ana leans back, pushing lightly into his chest.
His lips go to her ear. "Why?"
Ana doesn't even turn her head. "Because I didn't like it."
Then, she's on her back and Keith is standing by the bed, pulling off his shirt and yanking his belt open.
"And you think that was a good enough reason for you to break my fucking bed?" he asks.
Ana groans, rolling onto her stomach to watch him. "Look, Keith, I'll pay for it."
"How?" Keith laughs, but it isn't the sort of laugh either of the girls are used to. His voice turns sing-song. "With your allowance?"
"Maybe, I don't know." Ana looks up at him as he yanks off his shoes and socks, his shorts soon following. She blinks up at him, trying and failing to read him. "I'm sorry."
That laugh again. Keith doesn't say anything, just strips off his underwear and takes a step toward her.
He leans into the side of the bed, almost kneeling, and runs a single finger down Ana's backbone. "Why are you always so bad?"
"I'm not?" Ana tries. Keith's fingers become nails and he digs them into her skin, grinning at the way she squirms.
"Don't lie, sweet girl, it doesn't suit you." He leans in, looping his arms under hers, dragging her up by the armpits. He holds her against his chest, breathing into her neck. "Now, what are we going to do with you?"
She opens her mouth and his lips go to her jaw. "Don't answer that. Don't say anything until I tell you to." He kisses down her neck to her shoulder and then lays her back down on her back, dropping away and then crawling back between her knees. She whimpers and he strokes her stomach and then her thighs, staring at her skin until he finally turns toward the door.
"Rachel, I see you. Get me the lube, and don't say anything."
Rachel does as she is told, crossing silently to the drawer, placing the bottle next to Keith's feet and then standing back.
Keith nods back at her. He's weirdly distracted and Rachel doesn't like it, though she doesn't have the first idea what to say. He snaps his head back as he speaks.. "Take off your clothes and then sit down."
He returns his attention to Ana then, snatching up the bottle and clicking it open. He pours too much into his hand, smearing the excess across her thighs before running the remainder over his cock.
He gazes down at her. "So, what do you want, sweetheart?"
Ana is half dazed, half attitude. "I want you to be nice to me."
"You don't want me to fuck you?" Keith grins.
"Fuck me nicely?"
His grin widens. "I could try."
He leans into her, one hand on his dick, running his tip down over her clit, pressing into her, teasing. Ana groans, but smiles, her eyes dropping from his face to his hand. She rises up onto her elbows, watching as he rubs his cock against her cunt, moving with slow, sweet passes, back and forth. It starts to rock her calm again. Her smile widens.
He stops suddenly and raises his hands, his cock lying lightly between her legs. He waits for her expression to change, then, he drops onto her, hands on her shoulders, forcing her back into the mattress. She barely has time to grunt before he is jerking away from her, his hands falling to her thighs. He steadies himself and then leans back, pulling her legs up by the knees. He spreads her open until her heels are almost tucked under her ass.
"Or I could not."
He pulls back further, slowly stroking himself as her looks her over. Her grin has dissolved into confusion, verging on fear.
She stares up at him. "What do you--"
"Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch."
"Keith..." It's Rachel this time, naked and trembling, sitting a full two feet away from him.
He shakes his head. "Go make me a drink."
"What?"
"Kitchen, do it." His voice is pure venom and there is something strange in his eyes. Rachel is standing before she can even think to say no.
Rachel focuses on the location of Keith's glassware, ignoring the habitual dishes in the sink and Ana's aborted attempt at a turkey sandwich. He keeps his liquor above the sink, midgrade leaning toward top shelf, alcohol for making cocktails. Rachel has been teaching herself since her first sip of beer, and, while Keith's alcohol choices aren't quite mockable, they walk the line. She wouldn't say so, though.
She shakes herself, shakes her whole body, then reaches for the first bottle her fist can close around.
Rum.
Plus Coke.
If he complains, fuck him.
Keith's dick is in Ana's ass. She tries to crawl away from him, all heels and elbows, but he's inside of her and he is not letting her go. Rachel strides in at full speed and then stops, liquor splashing over her fingers and ice rocking in her glass. Ana looks up first, already near-paralyzed, and Keith's gaze soon follows, running up Rachel's thighs and stomach before settling on the glass.
He inches forward, grasping Ana by the shoulders as he pushes deeper into her. Ana groans, but all Rachel hears is Keith's voice.
"Bring it here."
Rachel's pause continues, her eyes stuck on Ana's face. She can't read the expression. Finally, she drops back into herself, her eyes running down from Ana's face to her hips. She takes a step forward, then lifts the drink to her lips, barely hiding the grimace the taste provokes. She carries it to Keith, regardless, placing it in his hands even as her eyes stay locked on the place where he and Ana meet.
"This is shit," he says, and she doesn't even look up. Then, it is cold and wet in her face and she is gasping and sputtering and not really believing.
"Make me a drink I can actually drink, or, I swear, both you and your girlfriend will regret it."
Rachel returns with everything perfectly measured, gin, tonic, lime, even ice, and all she can hear is the vague murmur of whispering. Keith's shoulders move in a way that somehow lets Rachel know he's noticed her return, but he doesn't turn toward her, just keeps close to Ana, still speaking to her in a voice that is too soft for Rachel to understand. She steps closer, nearly hanging over them, the drink sweating in her hand. They ignore her and she finally tastes the drink. It's good and she knows it. She takes a breath.
"Drink it and watch."
All she can do is sit and chug. And listen. She listens until she finally understands.
What Ana is murmuring mostly amounts to protests. When Rachel stretches out next to them, the glass resting at her hip, the first word she hears is "No."
It's followed by a "Please." and that makes Rachel sit up. She takes more than a sip on her way toward sitting, and when she looks down, all she can see is Keith, with a thin white thigh running down the length of his hip.
"Please what?" Keith whispers back. Rachel sees the pressure of his hips, the way he pushes harder.
Ana can't even shrink from him any more, she's so cornered, so pressed back. "Please be nice."
"I am being nice," Keith answers. He pulls back just to push into her again. "This is exactly what you want."
Ana rocks and gasps. "I--"
"This is exactly what you want." He looms down over her body. "Tell me this is what you want."
"I don't know." Ana is barely breathing. "I want you to be nice."
He freezes then, becomes perfectly still inside of her. "You don't want me to fuck you, then?"
"No," Ana moans. "I do, I just--"
"You just what? What do you want, you little whore? Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?"
Ana's only response is a groan and the awkward contortion of her neck against her shoulder.
"Don't be shy," Keith murmurs, leaning in to speak the words across her neck. "I don't care where you've been or what kind of dirt you've dragged in, just tell me what you want so I can give it to you."
Ana goes limp underneath him, her arms splayed out behind her head. She sinks away, not really accomplishing anything. Keith arches his back, rolling over her, his lips crawling down from the crook of her neck to kiss over her chest. He catches a nipple in his teeth, quickly, and then it is gone. He grins at her and his grin is all teeth.
"Don't pretend to be shy," he almost purrs before running his tongue up between her breasts. "A girl like you knows what she wants."
Ana's eyes have started to leak. She shifts her weight, trying to trick Keith's dick out of her. "A girl like me?"
Keith's mouth moves away only to reconnect with her shoulder, all teeth and heavy breath. He bites into her skin, tugging at it as he pulls away. His breath falls on her ear. "A dirty, worthless nothing like you. All you are is want, nothing else. You want my dick deep inside of you, you want me to make you hurt, you want me to make you feel."
Ana takes in a short, sharp breath.
"That's why you're bad. You need me to punish you, to show you how sick you are."
Keith grins against her skin before biting down again, tugging at the skin above her clavicle. He holds it until she moans, finally letting it go to lick around the pink, sore patch he has created.
His lips rise to land back against her ear. "Tell me how much you need me."
Ana sputters.
"Tell me." His voice loses any touch of comfort, becomes hard and sharp. "Don't play shy, you stupid piece of shit. Tell me what you want."
"I don't--"
"You want me to fuck you, to use you. You're my whore and you need me to show you."
He thrusts his hips, just once, pressing himself into her ass. She groans, her hands rising up to find Keith's shoulders, pulling herself into him. She's half sitting up when Rachel pushes herself between them.
"Look..." Rachel begins, one hand on Keith's chest, the other hanging awkwardly, trying to find the right place on Ana's skin.
"Look at your own sick self," Keith spits, shoving her back with his shoulder. She lands on her ass and he half turns toward her, his eyes barely taking her in. "Shut up or get the fuck out of my bedroom."
Rachel elects to shut up. Keith turns a little too obviously back toward Ana.
"Tell her what you want. Tell Rachel how much you want me."
He pulls back then, leaving just the tip of his dick inside of her. He waits until he can tell she's about to speak and then slams back into her ass, relishing in Ana's sudden loss of breath.
"Tell us how much you want me to fuck you like this," he sighs over her.
Ana's eyes slip closed. She's finally letting herself cry, though she's still trying to hide it. "I don't know."
Keith thrusts again, three quick strokes, then stops again. "Stop lying. Tell us."
Ana tries to take a breath, but all it does is end in a sob. She shakes around Keith, pressing back into the mattress, but accomplishing nothing.
"Tell us." He's hard but dead inside of her, waiting. "Come on, you stupid, worthless whore. Tell me what you're good for."
"I want you to be--"
"You want me to fuck you. Stop skirting around. Stop being an idiot."
Ana says nothing. She stares at Keith until she realizes she might have another out. She bends her neck and Rachel leans in, but Keith blocks her view.
"I'll throw you out, you fucking waste. Tell me what you want or--"
"I want you," Ana chokes out.
Keith smiles, pushes ever so slightly deeper into Ana's ass. "You want me what?"
"I want you to fuck me."
He rocks back. "Where?"
"In the ass?" It's a question, but Keith accepts it.
"Why?"
Ana's whole body goes tense. Seconds pass, seconds that feel like minutes. "Why?"
"Why, baby, why?"
"Because," Ana swallows, blinks. When she opens her eyes, they're strange and unfocused. "Because I'm a dirty, worthless whore."
"Yes," Keith smiles, "and why else?"
"Because I belong to you."
Keith laughs his laugh. "You're such a smart little slut." A hand falls into her hair, so light and comforting it makes her wince. "Why are you so smart?"
"I... I don't...."
Keith rolls his eyes. "No, forget it."
Ana reaches toward him, still half-blinded by tears, trying to find his shoulders. "I--"
Keith's hands wrap around hers. He shoves them away.
"I said forget."
"But, Kei--"
"Shut up and take it."
He falls into her, pushing so far into her it makes her shriek. Rachel coughs, a thousand miles away, but she is gone by then, no longer a protector, just a balled up mass of sweat and horniness and loathing.
Ana almost fights, her fingernails becoming claws on Keith's shoulders and down his back, her legs trying to go flat, but then, he bites down hard on her earlobe, tugging until he tastes blood.
His teeth disconnect, but his lips remain. "Stupid slut, don't fight, take what you're made for."
She's gone too, then, just a body on a mattress, silent, still, until Keith's teeth meet her shoulder. There's more cursing, his reaffirming her worthlessness, threatening to pull out if she doesn't enjoy what he's doing. It's enough to have her fake-thrusting back, enough to make her beg and plead, and he draws every movement and word from her, until she's sobbing for him, please make me worth anything and rocking into him, moving like his dick is in her cunt, like she can feel everything, like he's doing this for her. She's a thousand miles away from coming when he falls apart inside of her, but from the way she's moving, from the "please" and the gasps, you'd think she was just on the brink.
The sound he makes comes from the pit in his stomach, rising up from his still-thrusting hips. He fucks Ana's ass until he's gone completely soft inside of her, then pulls out of her without a word. Falling to her side, he runs the last bits of his orgasm out across out over her hip, grinning at the way she lies perfectly still even as he marks her again. He stares at the faint streak of his semen on her skin until his eyes finally rise to her face. They only rest for a second, taking in the bright tracks of tears and the awkward flush on her cheeks, before he turns away from her.
He drops onto his back, laughing at the ceiling.
"Rachel."