Young master Damien's pet

Her heart thundering in her chest as if she was his meal and she wasn't going to live through the pain.He asked her, "What's got you so scared?"

"It's going to hurt," thinking about the time of his fangs cutting through her skin only spiked her fear.

"Do you know, Penny. Even pain can turn to pleasure," he said as he leaned close to her, placing one hand of his next to her head.

"The person must be a true masochist to think pain is a pleasure," voiced Penny her opinion out of nervousness.

Damien hummed, looking at how nervous her pulse grew under him with her eyes that started to dilate, "If you haven't experienced it, you haven't experienced anything at all," in her case she hadn't experienced anything at all. The lack of communication when it came to the opposite s.e.x in terms of relationship and intimacy was nill, "Don't be so tense. I have bit you once. Another time shouldn't be much difficult. You will get used to it and it would be a lie if I said I haven't been hoping to take another taste of you," his whisper was enough to stiffen her. She was the opposite of being relaxed now.

He ran his finger across her pale looking neck, every touching raising the goosebumps on her skin which only thrilled the vampire, "How would you like me to bite you, little mouse?"Penny blushed furiously at the question he posed in front of her. What sort of question was that?! This pureblooded vampire was shameless but did he think she was shameless as well? "Your resistance will only excite me further to bite into you."

"Master Damien, you are being strange," she complained. Maybe getting the bond wasn't a good idea.

"I thought I was always strange." He was being stranger than the normal times. He looked into her jade green eyes, that looked at him. Her cheeks had turned red and he didn't have to know that his words affected her. It only made his mind claw to do more things that would embarrass her, "You have such a dirty mind. I wanted to know how you wanted me to bite you and here you are thinking naughty. Who knew the little mouse had a fantasy," Damien hummed making it worse for the girl who laid beneath him.

Unable to keep her gaze on him, she turned her head to look away.

Penny knew that speaking back to him was what he loved as it gave him the opportunity to dig and make this more embarrassing for her.

"I thought there is only one way to bite," she said not meeting his eyes.

"Sure... what I meant was if you wanted me to be gentle?" the last word fell as a whisper. She could feel readying himself as one of his hands went down her neck, raising it so that he could bite into it without any hindrance, "Painful with the pleasure or gentle?" he asked her.

It felt nothing less to a trick question. What if the door which was supposed to be gentle was not actually going to be gentle? thought Penny to herself. With a person like Damien Quinn, there was no telling what was waiting on the other side of his mind.

"Anything you feel might be less painful," answered Penny. She closed her eyes feeling his breath on her warm skin.

"You know," Damien spoke right above her skin making her shiver, "Have you noticed that this is the second time you are giving me the option to choose when I ask you to choose something."

Penelope anticipated the bite which didn't come right away. She wondered why Damien was elongating the torture of the pain as she wanted to get over with it quickly. His breath made her shiver, his lips blew air on her skin as if only wanting to tease her. When he placed his mouth on her neck, Penny closed her eyes automatically. His lips were soft on her neck.

For several seconds he didn't move until his fangs finally sunk into her neck making her flinch and tighten her hands into a ball of fists. The deeper he sank his teeth the more she tried not to think about it but it was hard not to with the pain that was excruciating and bursting from her neck. Licking the blood that had oozed out, Damien pulled back to look at Penny who had shut her eyes close tightly.

"Is it over?"

"Yes," he pulled back to sit straight, giving her a hand and helping her to sit upon the bed, "How do you feel?"

"Normal?" she asked not sure if that was how she was supposed to feel.

Damien placed his hand on top of her head, "Normal is good," and he stood up, walking to his closet and picking out clothes that didn't look like house clothes but as if he were going somewhere.

That was it? Thought Penny to herself. With all the hype talk Penny was anticipating something more which made her think what was she hoping? With her own self-realization, she shook her head internally.

"Are you going out somewhere?" she asked him curiously.

"Yes. I have been invited somewhere by the," he dropped his voice to say, "By the secret society," he joked before a smile cracked on his face, "Your presence won't be required there, therefore, I shall leave you in the capable hands of my elder sister, Maggie. I spoke to her about some things two days ago."

"What is it about?"

"A little more education for you. She was dying to school someone and be a governess but our family standards don't allow the women of this house to teach someone who is lower than them. But don't worry, Maggie will be an excellent teacher. All you need is the basics. Once you have picked up a decent knowledge, I will take you to Bathsheba."

"Is she the black witch?" Damien nodded his head.

"She is."