It's at another event that you meet her again.
She sees you wink at her from in the crowd, and the smirk falls off her ruby-painted lips as she cradles her belly protectively.
You stay at the edge of her perception, following her through the event. Soon, she mutters something in the ear of her companion and leaves the gathering, making her way to a secluded spot as you follow her at a distance.
Finally, once the noise of the party has faded to a faint murmur in the distance, she stops and turns to face you.
"I'll do what you want," she says, clearly struggling to stay calm, "j-just don't hurt me again, okay?"
You only grin in response, reaching out to peel the tuxedo jacket off her shoulders and letting it slip down, Kim unfolding her arms to let it fall down to the floor. She is practically naked already, the gauzy lace slip utterly failing to hide her body from your hungry gaze.
You lean in and kiss her slack lips hungrily, feeling her gasp and struggle not to recoil from you. Her lipstick tastes like berries, and her scent surrounds you, hot and spicy.
You press a hand against the bloated expanse of her belly, grinning as you hear her swallow a whimper, then reach around her and seize a handful of her ass, pinching it hard.
"D-don't rip my dre-oh!" she starts to say, then yelps as you tear the front of the slip open, exposing the pale cream cups of her bra.
You seize them eagerly, squeezing and kneading them in your hands until her face twists in pain. You won't let her go away inside like last time, not if you can help it.
You dig your thumbs into the front clasp of her bra and pop it open, watching as her breasts, swollen with milk for her coming child, sag down onto her chest.
"Get down," you say, "like when you had the white dress." This was the perfect thing to say, Kim's face screws up in anguish at the memory of her violation, but she nods and awkwardly tries to kneel down in the dress.