"You're very pretty regularly, Elena," Damon replied, feeding his slave the small compliment. Slave or not, she was a woman, and women seemed to need such things.
"And no, I'm not going to feed you any of my blood," he said. "I haven't fed from you, and I want you to feel that soreness for awhile."
The trip back to the room passed quickly, even with Elena's ginger movements. Damon swiped his finger of the pad, and entered her room.
"Since you are sore, and this is still new to you, I won't make you kneel again."