The arena lights blazed as the final whistle blew, the World Cup trophy lifted high on the pitch. We returned to the private hotel suite overlooking the city, the roar of celebration still vibrating through the walls. Damon closed the door behind us and turned the lock. He pulled a small velvet box from his coat and opened it. Inside lay a heavy gold pendant shaped like the championship trophy, the national team crest engraved on the back.
He stepped behind me, brushed my hair aside, and fastened the pendant around my neck. The metal was warm and weighty against my skin, the chain snug. "This means you're officially transferred," he said. "No more shared schedule. You belong to me now as my private wife and full-time breeding object."
My p***y clenched at the words. He lifted the n
