It felt like they were having two different conversations, at the same time. Damon was preparing Elena for a new, sensuous experience, while she was bemoaning her fate. He found it unbelievably frustrating. Damon shook his head, when Elena produced her wrists again.
"No," he said, his eyes traveling over her body. She was thin, though not to an extreme degree. Her skin was clear and smooth, and Damon was glad that he had won the auction. Bruises, bites, and a blush or two, was perfect for such skin, but some Masters believed in marring their slaves with scars.