We got back to the hotel suite right after the group stage match ended in a narrow win, the crowd noise still ringing in my ears. Damon had barely spoken on the ride up, but the look in his eyes told me exactly what was coming. Mom had stayed behind at the stadium with some of the hospitality staff for post-match drinks, so the suite was empty when we stepped inside. Damon kicked the door shut behind us and pointed at the bed.
"Strip down to that national team jersey and nothing else. Get on the bed and lie face down on it." His voice was low, rough, and left zero room for hesitation. I obeyed at once, peeling off my skirt and panties while keeping the jersey on. The fabric was still slightly damp from the stadium lights, cool against my skin as I climbed onto the wide hotel bed and p
