The rival arrived on a Tuesday that smelled like rain and fresh ink. Victor's board meeting dragged into overtime, Asia merger numbers bleeding red across the screen. I sat at the far end of the table, tie loosened, watch heavy on my wrist. Isabella perched beside Victor, legs crossed, heel dangling like a threat. She had been distant since the Hamptons pregnancy scare, mornings spent over the toilet, afternoons in whispered calls with her therapist. The fake miscarriage plan loomed, but her body betrayed secrets: breasts fuller, nipples dark through silk blouses, a faint curve under tailored suits.
Victor wrapped up the meeting with a clap. "J, my office. Lila, you too."
Lila Voss. Twenty-three. Red hair pinned severely, green eyes sharp as broken glass. Victor's mistress, paraded as "executive assistant." She had started six months ago, fresh from Wharton, whispers of daddy's oil money trailing her like perfume. She seduced with spreadsheets and side-eye, legs for days under pencil skirts.
I followed them in. The door clicked shut. Victor poured scotch, but offered none to me.
"Lila's heading the rival bid on the Singapore deal," he said. "You're shadowing her. Learn. Or lose your spot."
Shadow. Code for sabotage or seduction. Lila smiled thinly, lips red.
"Close the door on your way out, J."
Dismissed.
That night, the penthouse. Isabella waited in the dungeon, naked, collar tight. "Fuck the jealousy out of me," she ordered.
I chained her to the wall, wrists high. Crop first, welts rising pink on her ass. She arched, moaned. Then the flogger, leather tails kissing thighs. I ate her from behind, tongue deep, fingers curled inside until she squirted down my chin. Entered her raw, thrusting, hand on her throat.
"Mine," I growled.
"Yours," she gasped, coming hard, walls milking.
After, bath. Oils. She traced my bruises from Victor's old punches. "Lila wants you. Use it. Bring me proof."
Proof. Leverage.
Wednesday. Lila's office. Glass walls frosted for privacy. She leaned over the desk, skirt riding, no panties. "Help with these projections?"
I stood behind, hands on her hips "accidental." She ground back, ass against my groin. Hard instant.
"Victor trusts you," she murmured. "But I could make you rich."
Her hand slid back, cupped me. Stroked through fabric.
Office door locked. She bent over the desk, skirt hiked. Pussy pink, wet. "Fuck me. Now."
Hesitated. Virgin no more, but Isabella's rules. Then remembered the plan.
Entered slowly. Tight. Hot. She pushed back, taking a deep breath. The desk creaked. I thrust hard, hand in her hair, pulling. She moaned loudly, risking her ears outside.
Came inside. Pulled out, watched drip.
She turned, knelt, and cleaned me with her mouth. Swallowed. "More later."
Phone in my pocket recorded audio. Sent to Isabella.
That night, dungeon. Isabella listened while I fucked her on the bench, strap-on deep in my ass, her hand stroking me.
"Good boy," she purred. "Break her."
Thursday. Lila's apartment. High-rise, views rivalling ours. She greeted in lingerie, red lace. Pushed me to the couch, rode reverse, ass bouncing. I slapped it red. She came screaming.
After, wine. "Victor bores me. You... you're fire."
Talked shop. She spilt: embezzling small, framing Victor for the Singapore fail.
Recorded video this time. Hidden button cam.
Friday. Gala. Victor's arm around Isabella, Lila on mine. Under the table, her hand in my lap, stroking. Isabella's foot found my other thigh, heel pressing balls.
Bathroom. Lila followed. Bent over the sink, fucked quickly, gown hiked. Came inside again.
Isabella waited in the stall next, pushed me against the wall, mouth on me, tasting Lila. "Mine," she whispered, swallowing mixed come.
Weekend. Victor away. Lila was invited to the penthouse "for work." Isabella hid in the dungeon, watching via cameras.
Lila arrived eager. Stripped in the foyer. I took her on the marble, hard, fast. Then to the bedroom. Tied her spread. Blindfold. Teased with ice, tongue, fingers. She begged.
Isabella emerged. Lila froze.
"What—"
Isabella slapped her. "You want my husband? Earn it."
Forced Lila's face between her legs. Lila licked hesitantly, then hungrily. I entered Lila from behind, thrusting in rhythm. Isabella came on her tongue.
The threesome blurred. Positions shifted. Isabella pegged Lila while she sucked me. I fucked Isabella's ass, Lila's fingers in her pussy. Came across both faces.
After, Lila dazed. "I'll destroy Victor for you."
Isabella smiled. "We know."
Blackmail complete. Tapes. Confessions. Embezzlement proof.
Monday. Victor's office. Played the audio. His face is purple.
Lila fired. Escorted out.
But twist: Lila is pregnant. Unknown father. Victor or me.
She showed up at the penthouse, belly slightly swollen. "It's yours," she lied to Isabella.
Isabella laughed. "Keep it. Or don't. But stay close."
Rival became pawn.
The abortion fight loomed, but now complicated.
For now, the seduction. The leverage. The family is growing in shadows.
And the tapes, multiplying.
Insurance.