Lila moved into the secret apartment the week Victor left for Singapore. She arrived with one suitcase and a pregnancy test clutched like a grenade. The stick showed two pink lines clear as accusation. She stood in the doorway, red hair tousled from the cab ride, green eyes defiant under smudged mascara. Isabella took the test without a word, held it to the light, then slipped it into her robe pocket beside the dungeon key.
"Victor's or mine?" I asked, voice flat.
Lila shrugged, dropped the suitcase. "Does it matter? It's leverage."
Isabella circled her slow, robe parting to reveal nothing underneath, belly still flat but secrets swelling. "Strip."
Lila obeyed. Clothes pooled. Body pale, nipples hard from nerves or cold. Small bump already hinting.
Isabella pushed her to the couch. "Kneel."
Lila dropped. Isabella straddled her face, ground down slowly. Lila's tongue was hesitant at first, then eager, lapping like a kitten at cream. I watched, cock hardening, until Isabella beckoned.
"Join."
I stood behind Lila, entered her pussy wet and ready. Thrust deep, hands on her hips. She moaned into Isabella, vibrations making her come quickly. I followed, spilling inside, claiming unknown territory.
After, shower. Three bodies slick. Isabella soaped Lila's bump gently. "You'll keep it. For now."
Lila nodded, eyes glazed.
The tapes played that night. Isabella showed Lila the elevator footage, the penthouse sessions, and the gala quickie. Lila's face paled.
"Blackmail," she whispered.
Isabella smiled. "Mutual. You have Victor's embezzlement. We have you pregnant with his rival's child."
Alliance forged in fluids and fear.
Weeks blurred. Lila's belly grew. Breasts swelled. She craved constant touch. Mornings, she sucked me awake while Isabella watched, fingers in herself. Afternoons, Isabella pegged her on the kitchen island, strap deep, my mouth on Lila's clit. Nights, threesome marathons. Lila between us, pussy on my cock, ass on Isabella's toy. Came endlessly.
Victor returned suspiciously. Lila paraded as "consultant." Board meetings, her hand under the table stroking me while Victor droned. Isabella's foot pressed my balls warning.
Pregnancy scare escalated. Isabella's period is late again. Test positive. Real this time.
She demanded an abortion. "Can't risk it now."
I refused. "Keep it."
The fight brewed.
Lila sided with me. "Power in numbers."
Isabella scheduled the termination secretly.
I discovered. Kidnapped her to the safe house upstate. Old cabin, woods thick.
Bound her to the bed, wrists silk. "You'll keep our child."
She thrashed. "Let me go!"
Fucked her angry. Hate sex raw. Entered hard, thrusts punishing. She came despite, nails raking.
After, tender. Bath. Fed her by hand. "Love you."
She cried. "Scared."
Stayed days. Sex constant. Slow mornings, mouth on her belly. Rough nights, chained, begging.
Victor searched. Found clues.
Confrontation loomed.
But for now, the tape. The bind. The family fracturing and forming.
Lila visited a secret. Threesome in the cabin. Isabella watched Lila ride me, hand on her own bump.
"Both mine," she said.
Ours.
The abortion Victor at the door.