"Good. That's very good." Carmilla smiled a wicked grin. She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "I've changed my mind, extra-salted pretzel. Why don't you first give me a little show?"
"A show?" Laura thought she had an idea what Carmilla meant, but she didn't want to assume and suffer the embarrassment of being wrong. She licked her lips, trying to moisten them. The rough texture of her dry lips hurt her tongue, but she licked up some of the residual salt, which at least made the burning sensation less intense. It also made her thirstier.
"Strip for me," Carmilla clarified. "Show me your seductive side."
"Oh, right." Laura was correct; that was what Carmilla meant. However, she was inexperienced when it came to stuff like this. She wasn't quite sure what to do. She tried to swallow, but the salt made it difficult. It got into her dry throat and made it ache. What she wouldn't do for a glass of water!
It wasn't worth dwelling on. Carmilla wasn't going to let her quench her thirst anytime soon. She took a couple steps toward Carmilla and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Slower," Carmilla instructed. "Every move must be sensual. Make me desire you more with every action you take."
Laura slowed down. She wasn't sure how to unbutton in a sexy way, but she could at least make sexual movements. She arched her back and pushed her breasts forward as she unbuttoned the blouse. She threw back her head and felt her hair fall against her back. Thrusting her hips forward, she opened the blouse and let it hang for a moment before shrugging it off of her shoulders.
"Better." Carmilla leaned back, resting on her arm. Her eyes looked Laura up and down, lingering on her chest. "Now, dance. Imagine this room is filled with music and move to the rhythm."
Dancing without music sounded weird, but Laura tried to comply. She thought of what seemed to her to be good stripper music and swayed from side to side, shaking her hips and interjecting with the odd pelvic thrust. Closing her eyes, she pressed her hands on her upper thighs and slowly ran them up her body, to the curve of her breasts, and then ran her fingers over them. She opened her eyes to gauge Carmilla's level of interest, only to meet her intense, almost predatory stare. Laura shut her eyes, feeling her face grow hot.
"Keep going," Carmilla urged. "Slide your pants off and then your undergarments. Keep dancing."
The heat in her face wasn't going to go away any time soon at this rate. The embarrassment made her reluctant, but she still tried to do what Carmilla wanted. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her legs, swaying her hips to the imaginary music. Once the jeans cleared her hips, she bent forward to push them the rest of the way down.
"Open your eyes."
Laura complied, locking eyes with the lust-filled eyes of Carmilla. She froze. She was bent over almost ninety degrees forward, still pushing the bunched-up jeans down her legs. The heat grew even stronger as she realized that this was a fetishy pose, and that she was giving Carmilla a good look at her breasts.
"Did I say you could stop dancing?" Carmilla arched an eyebrow.
Laura shook her head no. She tried to resume the swaying motion, but it was harder now to recall the music she was supposed to be dancing to, and she knew it was mediocre. She made up for that by arching her back again to take advantage of Carmilla's interest in her breasts.
Stepping out of her pants, she kicked them away and moved on to her underthings. She turned around to tease Carmilla as she undid her bra strap. She held up the bra and dramatically dropped it to the side. Bringing her hands up to cup her breasts, she swung her hips back and forth, wanting to make Carmilla wait anxiously for her reveal.
Carmilla continued to watch her intently. Knowing that Carmilla had the ability to shapeshift into a panther, Laura couldn't help but mentally compare Carmilla's stare with that of a cat as it watched some new toy. That logically made Laura... the cat's toy. Figured.
Deciding to tease Carmilla further, Laura turned her back to Carmilla and continued to sway her hips. She pulled her hands from her breasts and slid them down her sides. She hooked her thumbs on the ends of her panties and slowly slid the garment down her thighs. When it was halfway down her legs, she bent over at the waist to show off her rear as she eased it the rest of the way down. Stepping out of it, she kicked it away.
Laura was now completely unclothed. Her skin pickled into goosebumps in the cool air, but her face was hot with embarrassment. It wasn't the first time Carmilla saw her nude, but this time felt different. Laura's body was completely on display, while Carmilla remained clothed as she observed her from the sidelines. Carmilla retained her control over the situation.
Crossing her arms behind her back to push out her chest, she turned back to face Carmilla. To her surprise, Carmilla was at once inches away. Her mouth fell open in surprise.
"Delicious," Carmilla judged. Opening her mouth, she grabbed the back of Laura's head and pulled her into a kiss.
Laura was quick to get with the program. She eagerly kissed back. Carmilla's mouth tasted very metallic, and Laura didn't even care.
Carmilla wrapped her arms around Laura and brought her close, pressing her cool dress against Laura's skin. With one hand, she traced Laura's arms. With the other, she explored Laura's curves, cupping her rear. She pinched hard.
Laura gasped, reflexively pulling up and away from Carmilla's mouth.
Carmilla at first looked affronted, but then she pulled her lips back in a smirk. She let her other hand settle on Laura's arms, holding them together. "Do you want me?"
Laura blinked. Um, duh. Did she even need to say anything? "Yeah."
Saying nothing, Carmilla tightened her grip on both parts of Laura's anatomy.
"Ooh!" Laura winced in pain. She instinctively moved forward to get away from the source of discomfort, which ended up having her press up against Carmilla more.
Carmilla chuckled. "Let's try that again, cinnamon buns. Do. You. Want. Me?"
"Yes," Laura said. She tried to force a swallow in her dry desert of a mouth. She looked into her girlfriend's dark, passionate eyes. "Yes, I want you, Carm."
"We can't always get what we want." Carmilla smiled wickedly. She shrugged. "You can want nothing more but to make passionate play with the object of your affections, only to find yourself placed at their cruel mercy."
Oh. So, that's how it was. Laura opened her mouth to respond.
"No, no need to talk." Carmilla released her. For a split second the room was a blur of Carmilla moving around at high speed, and then what felt like a slap smacked Laura across the face as Carmilla settled back into a humanoid figure.
Stumbling, she tried to ask Carmilla why the hell she struck her, only to find that her mouth was sealed shut. A strip of duct tape was already on her face. When she tried to reach her hands up to her face to feel the tape, she found them immobile. With all the sinister cleverness of a pickpocket, Carmilla had bound her arms without her even feeling it.
"You know, I think you look even better with a little silver accent," Carmilla mused. She tilted her head as she examined Laura.
There was nothing Laura could do but stand there and let Carmilla leer. She was utterly helpless, tied up, and not even able to scream a code phrase if she needed. She was completely dependent on Carmilla's good will, just as Carmilla was once dependent on hers. She knew she deserved it and couldn't even protest without feeling like she'd be unfair to Carmilla.
"Hmm, yes." Carmilla walked around Laura, studying her from every angle. "Completely delicious in every way. Now, about that screaming..."