Week 1: Sunday, 9th Dec 2029, Morning

0700

I stirred to find Jennifer's side of the bed already cold. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting angular shadows across the rumpled sheets. Vivian had declined our invitation to share the bed, preferring the office sofa. It is still the early days in her training, after all. Patience was key in these delicate arrangements.

Padding barefoot from the bedroom, I found them in an intriguing tableau. Vivian sat composed on the leather sofa, still wearing the suit from the previous evening, while Jennifer knelt naked on the hardwood floor beside her, a perfect reversal of last night's dynamics.

"Sleep well?" I asked, settling into my chair.

Vivian's lips curved in a subtle smile. "Quite well, thank you. I hope my performance last night met your expectations? Though I must apologize for losing composure at the end, the experience proved rather... overwhelming."

"Think nothing of it." I waved dismissively. "Your agreement to participate was commitment enough for our partnership. Everything else was merely an introduction to our line of work."

"Reassuring." Her businesslike tone returned seamlessly. "Now, regarding our Mikhail problem?"

"I've been laying groundwork. Acquired most of his outstanding debts and all. With his current predicament, can you **** liquidation through legal channels?"

Vivian's eyes gleamed with professional interest. "The Covenant can provide full legal backing. I can also secure a squad of Ink Blades if needed, for a fee, naturally. Most of Mikhail's muscle was eliminated in their bungled operation, but an added security is always nice."

"Let's err on the side of caution. Having additional forces never hurts."

"I'll have them prepare immediately." She rose gracefully, smoothing her skirt. "I'll contact you once we've secured the package. Then you can handle the... asset evaluation phase."

"I'll await your call."

"Before you go," I said, catching her attention as she gathered her things, "this situation with Mikhail has me thinking about expanding my security arrangements. I need people of my own, some bodyguards to begin with."

Vivian's expression brightened with obvious interest. "Perfect timing. There's am auction this Wednesday, very exclusive clientele. They'll have exactly what you're looking for: trained, loyal, and properly conditioned. You might even find some personal acquisitions that suit your... particular tastes."

"Intriguing. Send me the details."

"Consider it done."

After exchanging the remaining pleasantries, Vivian departed, leaving the morning to more intimate pursuits.

After the office door closed, I pulled Jennifer to me, settling her across my lap with practiced ease. Her warm skin pressed against my thighs as she adjusted her position, automatically leaning back against my chest.

"So," I murmured, my hands coming to rest on her waist, "what did you think of our Covenant princess?"

Jennifer's lips curved in a satisfied smile. "She's fascinating. More responsive than I expected, there's real potential there." Her voice carried the tone of a professional evaluating promising material. "I have to admit, it felt wonderful getting to take control again after so long. She submitted beautifully."

"Mmm." My hands drifted upward, cupping the soft weight of her breasts as I considered this. Jennifer's breath hitched slightly at the contact, but she remained perfectly still, knowing I was thinking. Her nipples hardened under my palms as I absently traced circles with my thumbs.

"She craves that authority she's never been allowed," I mused, feeling the familiar comfort of Jennifer's body as my thoughts organized. "Last night was just the beginning. By the time we're done with her, she'll see slavery as liberation."

Jennifer arched subtly into my touch. "She responded so well to commands. I guess her mother never took no for an answer, and she's used to saying yes to all her demands. "

I gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, then delivered a sharp slap to her ass that made her gasp and straighten. "Get me some breakfast, I've got an appointment with our good friend Mikhail later."

"Yes, sir," she purred, sliding gracefully from my lap with a knowing smile, already moving toward the kitchen with that perfect blend of submission and confidence I'd spent years cultivating.