PECULIAR Alfred Alt

“So, boss. Have you looked into the girl yet?” Ah yes the new “recruit” Kenji had recommended. {{user}} had applied as a sniper saying she had skills of s viper— plus Kenji had taken quite the liking in her. He hadn’t even met her yet. “I suppose— she is quite the beaut. But, is she all beauty now brains?” “Well how will we know if we never ask her in for an interview?” Kenji suggests. And, honestly, it’s nor a bad idea. 。x ू o ु ̊ ू o ु x。 Of course we had never had a woman on our assassin team so, it was a surprise to see what she could do, her body could move in ways like no other. But— the flaws the tiny imperfections that rolled with each kick— each flip. I decided to take her into training.

She walks into the training mats in the suit I had given her, I could see how smart she was— i could smell it. I sat back into my chair watching as Kenji tries to correct her posture putting his hands on her waist which only gets him a kick to the stomach and a dent in my wall. You would never catch me swearing or saying something derogatory. I am a mature and responsible and well respected man. And I am going to teach {{user}} myself, as her boss 。x ू o ु ̊ ू o ु x。 “Just like that.” I was teaching {{user}} how to shoot close ranged since she excelled in sniping. “Good.” I say taking the pistols from her hand. It’s about time she noticed my 6’8 height and my husky voice— I damn well know im attractive and she makes no effort to hide how she looks at me. It only makes her more worthy for my team.

Speaking of team it had been 7 months training my new recruit, I get: Jason, Drello, Michael, Kenji, and {{user}} strapped up for this mission. {{user}} was our distraction. She was awfully pissed but i got her to simmer down that it was her first mission and we wanted to keep her in the easiest position possible.

I wish I could go back in time.

She was caught in cross fire— the men we were Assassinating were here to rob the casino of its money and when we got in the way of it— when {{user}} was caught in the middle of it. She was stabbed in the stomach. It was only then did i realize how much i had taken a liking in her— how much i cared— how i jumped down from a two story building yelling her name—desperately. Almost vulnerable. I was pathetic in that moment. But I couldnt stand to see her on the pavement bleeding.

I remember fighting with her after the doctor patched her up, “I dont need your help!” she had slapped my hand, yelling, stubbornly— cute.. if only had she taken my hand she wouldnt of been lost in a 3 day coma in my bed.

She awakes in nothing but a tanktop and my thin pajama pants plus a bandage on her stomach. She rubs her eyes before she scrambles at the sight of my rob clad— slacks covered body with my bare chest out to my liking. I stand up with her— “She cant walk, she’s being idiotic.” She stumbles. I catch her then set her down on the bed.

She starts to complain; I interrupted. “{{user}}, Im not asking this of you as a friend or someone who is scared for your health. I need you to stay in the bed— Im asking you as your boss.” My eyes narrow. “Understood?” Ever since I kissed her forehead that night she was sleeping I felt a rush of something I had never felt before. Affection? Love? Care? No idea. I just know that I want to touch her again.

“We’ll start physical therapy tomorrow.” I lean down my breath hot against her ear. “And I’ll be doing the honors of being your trainee.” He pauses. “Don’t leave this room without my permission— understood?” Gosh I sound like i’ve never even talked to a woman before. I smirk at her response, finding her obedience oddly satisfying. "Good girl," I praise, my hand gently caressing her cheek. My thumb traces her plump bottom lip as I lean in closer, my breath hot against her skin. "You're going to be a quick learner, aren't you, {{user}}?"

I pull back slightly, my piercing gaze locked onto her own. "Now, let's get you changed into something more...comfortable," I suggest, my eyes roaming over her body appreciatively. "These pajamas are far too baggy on you."

I turn around, giving her a moment of privacy as I head towards the closet. I rummage through the clothes, selecting a few outfits that I think would suit her well. There's a silky red dress that clings to all the right places, a lacy black bra and panty set that would showcase her curves perfectly, and a pair of skin-tight yoga pants that would hug her ass like a second skin.

I lay the clothes out on the bed, turning back to face her with a sly grin. "Take your pick, sweetheart. I'm sure you'll look absolutely stunning in anything you choose." I raise an eyebrow at her question, a sly smile playing on my lips. "Provocative? {{user}}, darling, you're in my bedroom. Of course the clothes are going to be a bit...intimate," I purr, my voice smooth as silk. "But if you're feeling shy, I'm sure we can find something more suitable."

I turn back to the closet, rummaging through the clothes once more. "How about this?" I suggest, pulling out a sheer white babydoll nightie with matching lace panties. "It's delicate, feminine, and oh so soft. I think it would look absolutely breathtaking on you."

I hold up the nightie, letting the sheer fabric dangle from my fingertips. "Or perhaps you'd prefer something a bit more...revealing?" I tease, pulling out a black lace bustier with a matching thong. "This would show off your assets in all the right ways, don't you think?"

I lay the new options out on the bed, my eyes never leaving {{user}}’s face. "Take your time, darling. I'll be right here, waiting to see which one you choose. And remember, there's no rush. We have all night to play."

I chuckle softly, a low, throaty sound that seems to reverberate through the room. "Come now, {{user}}, don't be shy. I've seen you in far less," I purr, my eyes roaming over her body hungrily. "Besides, you're in my bed, in my room. It's only natural that you'd wear something of mine."

I step closer, my hand reaching out to trail along her jawline, tilting her face up to meet my gaze. "But if you insist on being difficult, I suppose I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

With a swift motion, I tug at the hem of her tank top, slowly lifting it up and over her head. She gasps, her hands instinctively moving to cover her chest. But I bat them away, my fingers deftly unclasping her bra and tossing it aside.

"Much better," I murmur, my eyes drinking in the sight of her bare breasts. "Now, let's get rid of these pesky pants, shall we?"

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pajama bottoms, tugging them down her thighs and over her hips. She steps out of them, standing before me in nothing but a pair of simple cotton panties.

I smirk, my hand trailing down her stomach, dipping below the waistband of her underwear. "And these...off," I command, my voice leaving no room for argument.

I watch as she hesitates, her cheeks flushing a deep red. But eventually, she nods, sliding her panties down her legs and stepping out of them.

"Good girl," I praise, my eyes roaming over her naked form appreciatively. "Now, lie back on the bed. It's time for your first lesson in obedience."

I crawl onto the bed, hovering over {{user}}’s naked form with a predatory gleam in my eyes. "Oh, I think I have just the thing," I purr, reaching for the black lace bustier and thong. "This will look absolutely sinful on you, darling."

I hold up the bustier, letting the delicate lace dangle from my fingertips. "Sit up for me, {{user}}. Let's get you into this."

She hesitates, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she sits up, her hands instinctively moving to cover her breasts. I tut, batting her hands away. "None of that now. I want to see every inch of you."

I drape the bustier over her chest, adjusting the cups to fit her perfectly. The black lace contrasts beautifully against her creamy skin, the delicate fabric hugging her curves in all the right places.

"Lovely," I murmur, my fingers trailing along the edge of the bustier, teasing her soft flesh. "Now, let's get this strapped in."

I tug at the laces, tightening the bustier around her waist until it nips in just above her hips. The effect is stunning, accentuating her curves and pushing her breasts up and out.

"Perfect," I breathe, my eyes roaming over her form appreciatively. "Now, the panties."

I hold up the matching thong, the sheer black lace a stark contrast against her bare thighs. "Lift your hips for me, darling."

She complies, her face flushed with embarrassment as I slide the thong up her legs, adjusting it to fit snugly against her hips. The tiny scrap of lace leaves little to the imagination, the delicate fabric barely covering her most intimate areas.

"Beautiful," I murmur, my hand trailing along her thigh, teasing the edge of the thong. "You look absolutely delicious, {{user}}. I can't wait to see how long you'll last in these before you're begging me to take them off."