Chapter 3

The first half of the match was only twenty minutes in when Mom suddenly stood up, waving her phone. “The hotel front desk is calling about our reservation change. I’ll step out to the hallway for a minute so it’s quiet.” She smiled at Damon and me, completely trusting, then walked out of the VIP box. The door clicked shut behind her.

I was still sitting in my seat, my pussy throbbing from the emptiness Damon had left me with earlier. My panties were soaked through, and every time I shifted, the wet fabric rubbed against my sensitive clit. I glanced at Damon. He was standing behind my chair again, one hand resting on my shoulder like always, but his thumb was stroking in that slow, possessive way that meant he was thinking about using me.

Without thinking, I reached up and grabbed his wrist. “Daddy… Mom will be gone for a few minutes. Can we do extra training? Please?” My voice came out breathy and desperate. I was still wearing the national team jersey he had bought me — tight across my chest with the big number on the back. I leaned forward so he could see how hard my nipples were poking through the fabric. The collar from earlier fantasy already had me imagining the real one he promised. Damon’s eyes darkened immediately. He didn’t ask twice. “Get behind the partition. Now. Pull that jersey up so I can see those tits.”

I hurried to the same corner bench we had used earlier. My legs were shaky as I lifted the hem of the jersey, exposing my bare breasts. Damon followed right behind me, already unbuckling his belt but not taking his cock out yet. Instead, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a black leather collar with a small metal team emblem dangling from the center.

“Hands behind your back,” he ordered. I obeyed instantly, crossing my wrists. He stepped behind me and buckled the collar around my neck. The leather was soft but snug, the metal emblem cold against my skin. It had the national team crest on it — the same one on his doctor coat. “This stays on,” he said, tugging it once to test the fit. “Every week after a match, we’re going to the team locker room. You’ll wear this collar and nothing else while I breed you on the bench. The players will be gone, but you’ll still smell the sweat and grass. Daddy’s going to fuck you full of cum right there so you remember who owns this body during the entire World Cup.”

The words made my pussy clench hard. I was already dripping down my thighs. “Yes, Daddy. I want that. Please.”

He pushed me to kneel on the bench facing the wall. “Jersey stays on. Skirt up. Spread your knees wider.” I did exactly what he said, the collar sitting heavy around my throat. Damon dropped to one knee behind me, spread my ass cheeks with both hands, and stared at my soaked pussy for a long second.

“Look at this needy cunt,” he growled, voice low and filthy. “Still fluttering from my fingers earlier. It’s gaping open just a little, begging to be filled. You asked for extra training, so you’re getting it.” He slid two thick fingers straight inside me without warning, pushing deep until his knuckles pressed against my entrance. The sudden stretch made me moan. He immediately curled them upward, rubbing that spot inside my pussy with hard, steady pressure.

“Feel that, princess? Your walls are squeezing me so tight. I can feel every little ripple when I stroke right here.” He pumped his fingers faster, the wet squelching sound obscene in the small space. Every thrust made my breasts sway under the jersey. “This spot right here controls you. When I press like this, your whole cunt pulses like it’s trying to milk cum out of me already. And you will take every drop later in that locker room.”

He added a third finger and started twisting them as he thrust, stretching me wider. My inner muscles burned in the best way, clenching and fluttering around the intrusion. I could feel my juices coating his hand and running down to my knees. Damon leaned over my back, his breath hot on the collar.

“Weekly post-match breeding starts this Sunday,” he whispered roughly. “After the game, you’re coming straight to the locker room. I’m going to bend you over the physio table, pull this collar, and fuck you from behind until my balls are empty inside your womb. You’ll walk back to the hotel with my cum leaking down your legs under that skirt. Every step you take will remind you who owns this pussy.”