Damon finally pulled out of my soaked p***y in the parking garage, letting the fresh load he'd just pumped into me. He wiped his c**k on the inside of my thigh, then tugged my skirt back down over the mess. "Get in the car. We're not finished yet."
He drove straight to the team training complex. The physical therapy room was empty this late, the lights low, the air thick with the smell of rubber mats and sweat. Damon led me inside and locked the door behind us. He gestured to one of the treatment tables lined with resistance bands and weight machines.
"Strip to the jersey and collar. Climb up and kneel on the edge, facing the pulley machine." His voice left no room for anything but obedience. I peeled off everything except the jersey and the leather collar with the team emblem. The
