Elite: Caitlyn — Precision & Grace (433 photos) (Patreon)

The rifle was locked away. The badge rested on the mantel. What remained was the woman who never missed.

Caitlyn sat on the edge of the deep red sofa in the late afternoon light, one long leg crossed over the other, the sheer black stocking catching the gold of the window. The deep purple slip clung to her like a second skin, the delicate lace at the hem riding high on her thigh, held in place by thin garters that framed the soft curve of her hip. A single gold pin held her dark blue hair back from her face, leaving her sharp blue eyes free to watch.

She had always preferred control. In the field it was the perfect shot. In private it was this — the slow unfastening of the corset’s gold clasps, the deliberate way she rolled a stocking higher, the quiet confidence of a woman who knew exactly how she looked when the light hit her just right. The bodice pushed her breasts high and full, the thin straps digging slightly into her shoulders. When she shifted, the silk whispered against her skin, and the briefest flash of dark lace between her thighs was visible before she settled again.

She never rushed. That was the point. Every movement was measured, elegant, intentional. A hand trailed along the inside of her own thigh, smoothing the sheer fabric. A small, almost private smile touched her red lips as she leaned back, letting the silk slip further down one shoulder. The city could wait. The next case could wait. For now there was only the quiet of the manor, the warmth of the sun on bare skin, and the soft, precise pleasure of being completely, perfectly in command of herself.

Sheriff by day.

Something far more dangerous once the curtains were drawn.

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