"When I bite you, you orgasm..." Damon smirked, knowing that he shouldn't be letting Elena see him smile at her disobedience. He leaned to the other end of the bed, untying her ankles.
"That IS an interesting piece of information, but it doesn't get you off the hook."
Damon could imagine a hundred different ways to punish his slave, each turning him on more than the last.
"Perhaps I should tie you up to the front banister," he suggested, kissing across her shoulder. "Put a sign around your neck that says 'I came without permission'."