Elena pulled back a little, so much so that she could look down at her boyfriend but not so much that she had to let go of either his wrists or his cock. "Damon Salvatore, begging?" The smugness was clear in her tone, smugness at the fact that he had spoken first and smugness at the knowledge that she was able to make someone like Damon plead with her like that.
"Please what?" she asked, teasingly. "Please do this?" Slowly, languidly, she let her hand slide up the length of his penis then back down to its base. Even in the relatively short time they'd been together, Elena had learnt what Damon liked and what drove him wild. She knew that Damon, at his core, was impatient and driven by impulse and she knew that this would drive him mad. After what he'd put her through, he deserved a little torture.