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“On your knees.”
Candace's voice was stern as she spoke, a hard stare fixed on the woman standing in front of her. She was well aware that no other effort was required to obtain perfect obedience from Dehya—no matter how strong and mighty the Eremite appeared to be, she thrived on praise and approval, Candace 's approval.
She couldn’t help but smile as the Alpha’s knees hit the floor in front of her. Always the perfect, obedient house kitten in spite of her wild cat appearances. To Candace, the contrast between the way her favourite Eremite looked and the way she acted around her was incredibly entertaining.
“Good girl.”
Dehya lowered her head, and it was all Candace needed to know that the other woman was flustered. It was the perfect reaction, the one thing that showed that it would be easy to get what she wanted from Dehya—the mercenary was affected, visibly aroused by the promise of something more, something that only Candace could offer her right now.
When Dehya looked back up though, her traits were hardened, all blushing gone from her cheeks. Of course a mighty Alpha such as her could steel her nerves quickly to save face. But Candace knew better. They had played this game many times before, and Dehya could never win (Candace knew that her lover had never wanted or tried to win, but no attempt would ever lead Dehya to take over control as long as Candace had no interest in indulging her).
“You look stunning like this,” Candace spoke softly as she leaned down, her face inches from Dehya's. “This position truly suits you, Dehya.”
The Eremite merely nodded at the words. Today, she was much more malleable than usual; most times, when Dehya came back to Aaru Village to play with Candace, she acted reluctant and annoyed, groaned and grunted in protest as a weak attempt to protect her ego from a too deep wound.
“Alphas should always kneel on the floor for the people supposed to be inferior to them, don't you think?”
Candace rarely talked about status when they were alone together. Status had never interested her much, not since she had presented as a Beta, not since becoming as strong, if not stronger, than most of the Alphas she met. But there was nothing more satisfying than taunting a proud Alpha like Dehya—an Alpha she had tamed along with two good friends.
The Eremite let out a small grunt. There she was, Candace's favourite reluctant and annoyed Dehya! Even though she craved that humiliation and helplessness, the Alpha never failed to protest as soon as she became aroused. So Candace knew to look away from her lover's face, down to her crotch. The tight shorts did little to conceal her hardening cock, and Candace couldn't help but lick her lips at the pathetic sight. Being a big bad Alpha did little to spare Dehya's pride, it failed to make her intimidating in Candace's eye.
The Mighty Alpha of the Desert was nothing but an adorable kitten in Candace's presence.
“Take off your shorts, darling, I want to see just how pathetic you are right now,” Candace ordered as she stepped back, away from Dehya, to settle comfortably in her armchair to watch. “And don't make me wait, you know what happens when I lose patience.”
Candace leaned back in her seat. With her hands gripping the armrests and her legs spread, she exuded confidence, her stare cold and unwavering. To her pleasure, Dehya obeyed without hesitation, though her movements lacked elegance in their execution as she unbuttoned her shorts and lifted her hips to pull them down her own thighs. When her partner finally placed her shorts down by her side on the carpet, Candace smiled her satisfaction—even though her top covered her gorgeous breasts, there was more than enough of that toned body exposed to please Candace. Moreover, she knew that Dehya felt more embarrassed when her lower body was bare but the rest remained covered.
Down on her knees in the middle of the room, legs parted slightly, hands on her thighs and head lowered in shame, Dehya was quite the stunning sight. Breathtaking, alluring. She always left Candace desiring more, and Candace always obtained more.
“Do you like having your cock on display for me like this, Dehya?”
“You’re the one who likes it, Candace.”
She rolled her eyes and tsked at the rebellious response.
“Be careful,” she warned, tilting her head to the side as Dehya looked up at her, “don’t make me use the nice little present that you brought back from visiting Dunyarzad,” Candace added as she gave a glance to the ornamented wooden box resting on the table just a few steps away from Dehya. They both knew what it contained—a brand new muzzle, with a metal basket and thick red leather straps, and a matching collar and leash to go with it.
“Sorry, Mistress.”
The words were mumbled. Dehya always muttered under her breath when she realised that she had done something against the rules that she had agreed upon with Candace. It was an adorable habit of hers, but a habit that provided less than ideal apologies, considering that they never sounded satisfyingly truthful.
“We'll see how sorry you really are soon enough.”
In most situations, outside of the confines of her home, these words would have been threatening to just about anyone. But to Dehya, right now, as she knelt on the plus carpet of Candace's living quarters, her cock hard and heavy between her thighs and already dripping precum. A pathetic Alpha shamelessly turned on by the notion of giving full control of the situation to a mere Beta.
“Touch yourself for me.”
There was no attempt to protest this time.
Dehya wrapped a hand around her cock, just below its head so that she could press her thumb to it and gently rub it, spreading the bead of precum that had just formed before it could drop down to the floor like the few other droplets that Candace would enjoy making her clean up later. Candace had too much fun watching her clean up the messes she made.
Under Candace's watchful eyes, Dehya moved her hand up and down her shaft, her movements slow so as to not overwhelm herself too quickly, a light squeeze each time her fingers reached the head of her cock.
Dehya noticeably bit down on her lip to stifle her moans and whimpers, and Candace couldn't help but smirk. What a precious little kitten, so focused on not betraying her own pleasure even though Candace could see it plainly. She knew her little Alpha too well to be fooled by such a miserable attempt not to emit noises—an attempt that failed miserably anyway, as Dehya's heavy breathing was all that could be heard.
“Faster,” Candace commanded, harsh and distant, “and let me hear your voice. Let me hear how a miserable Alpha like you gets off on being humiliated.”
A whine left Dehya's lips as soon as Candace spoke. Always such an entertaining kitten, never failed to give the most entertaining reactions. Cute little moans and whines and whimpers; music to Candace's ears. And the wet noises of Dehya's quick hand movements on her cock slickened by her precum could drive her crazy with arousal. But she couldn't let herself be distracted by her own burning desires, it was all about her little Alpha and punishing her for her misbehaviours, and her terrible habit of getting herself into trouble that she struggled to get herself out of unscathed.
Candace tightened her grip on the armrests and took a few deep breaths.
“Come closer, useless Alpha.”
To her surprise, Dehya crawled over on all fours, careful not to rest the palm of her right hand on the floor, and resumed her kneeling position, much closer to Candace this time, just within reach.
“I didn't tell you to stop touching yourself.”
Dehya opened her mouth but she closed it again before saying a word. Instead of protesting like she usually would, Dehya wrapped her fingers around her engorged cock again and did as instructed.
Candace touched her Alpha's face, caressing her cheek with her thumb. Rough skin against rough skin. But the touch was gentle, and Dehya leaned against her palm. What an adorable oversized kitten she made. If it were possible, there was no doubt she would be purring.
Kitten .
Candace smiled to herself and moved her away from Dehya's gorgeous face to reach up higher. When her fingertips grazed a fuzzy ear, the Alpha's entire body shivered. Candace knew that those lion ears were sensitive, so much so that Dehya preferred not to have them touched in these situations—she had once made Dehya climax by merely rubbing her ears and keeping her other hand on her cock.
“You're close already, aren't you?”
Dehya growled and huffed. “Y-Yes.”
“Then what do you need to do to be allowed to come, my dear, strong Alpha?” Candace inquired, provoking another strong shiver as she rubbed Dehya's ear between two fingers.
The Alpha tilted her head down and slowed the movement of her hand on her cock for just a second before looking back at Candace.
“Please, Mistress, allow me to come.”
The most perfect and satisfying words she could have possibly heard. A big bad Alpha, asking for permission from nothing more than a Beta. Pitiful Alpha who needed permission to get herself off, proving that status and cock size were useless—Dehya's were not quite useless, but it was amusing to make the Alpha believe so.
“Then do it, Dehya, spill your pathetic Alpha seed all over my floor, since it doesn't deserve to land anywhere else.”
It was all that was needed. Dehya's movements were erratic, and she thrust her hips into her fist for more friction, desperately chasing her release under Candace's stare. She wanted to come, just as she had been allowed to, to get the approval she so desired.
And she came.
She came with an animalistic grunt, low and guttural. She threw her head back and kept pumping, thick ropes of cum forming a puddle at Candace's feet. There was so much of it—she must have been close to her rut.
"You did good, my pretty kitten."
Dehya panted, slowly catching her breath, still unable to speak.
“I'm going to need to send you back to the city so that Nilou and Dunyarzad can take care of you during your rut, am I not?”