All Chapters of The Hockey player's submissive professor : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Juno’s hands didn’t stop. Her fingers kept thrusting into her slick pussy at that slow, maddening pace—just as Rhett had commanded. He hadn’t told her to stop, hadn’t told her to go faster, so she obeyed. Even as she puckered her lips, just barely missing the swollen mushroom head of his cock, her hand kept moving, every thrust pulling another wet, obscene squelch from her soaked core.She was dripping so much that a dark patch had already formed beneath her on the couch, but she didn’t care. She barely even noticed. Her world had narrowed to two things—the pulse between her thighs and the heavy cock teasing her lips.She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip. Soft. Almost reverent.Rhett’s jaw flexed, eyes hooded, burning with restrained hunger. His hand tightened in her hair, holding her still as his length smeared across her mouth.“Good fucking girl,” he rasped. “Kissing Daddy’s cock like it’s holy. You’ve seen it a hundred times, had it in every hole I own, but still…” His

“How can you not see what you did wrong?” Juno’s voice shook as she shifted to the edge of the bed. Every movement made his cum slide down her thigh, warm and slick, some dripping onto the sheets. She winced as her swollen, sensitive pussy rubbed against the soft material.Rhett dragged a hand down his face, the weight of realization crashing over him. What he’d done. What it could mean.“Shit.” The curse tore from him as he shot off the bed, pacing like a beast trapped in a cage.Juno staggered to her feet, steadying herself against the wall. From the corner of his eye, Rhett saw her wobble and rushed forward, reaching out.But she slapped his hand away.Her eyes cut through him as she bent, dragging the bedsheet around herself like armor, wrapping it tight even though he’d already seen everything.“P…” he started, but her glare silenced him.“Don’t you dare call me that.” Her voice cracked like a whip, sharp and final.Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked toward the bathroom

JUNO HAYESI stared down at my phone, at the text I had sent to Rhett informing him that I would be coming today for our session but since last night that I had sent it to this morning, standing right in front of his door, it still was unread.I bit down on my lips, something seemed to be wrong and I didn't want to call Dan and ask him, what if Rhett was fine and was purposely not replying, if I get his coach involved, he could get into trouble and the professional side of me, as my client, that's the reasonable thing to do but the other side of me who saw him as my Dom, my master wouldn't let me do that.“Dammit,”The elevator door whooshed open and I stepped out into the hallway of the top floor where his penthouse was.I walked down the hall and then turned to face the door, leading into his penthouse.I lifted my hand to knock, hesitated, then pressed my ear to the door. Silence. Not even the sound of the TV. My chest tightened. He should’ve replied by now.Two minutes dragged lik

JUNO HAYES“Wow.”That was all Rhett said as he ate the last spoonful of broth and let the spoon clatter into the bowl. The single word was rough, simple, but the look on his face—satisfaction, almost boyish in its honesty—made something warm spark in my chest.I smiled before I could stop myself. I liked that look. Loved it, if I was honest. The quiet contentment that told me I’d done something right, that I’d given someone a piece of comfort they didn’t even know they needed. Maybe that was why I loved being submissive. Not in the shallow sense most people thought some outdated belief that women were made to serve—but in the real way. The deeper way. Giving. Pleasing. Finding my own power in knowing someone else could lean on me and want what I gave.I took his bowl before he could, ignoring his muttered protest, and carried it to the sink. The warm water gushed as I rinsed it out, the simple rhythm of soap and sponge calming me. Normal. Safe. My hands moved automatically, almost gr

Jake, skating past, leaned close enough for Rhett to hear. “Damn, man. Relax. You look like you’re about to snap his neck.”Rhett didn’t so much as blink.“I will,” he muttered. And then, with the same ruthless determination he took into that ring, he started striding across the ice straight Juno.Juno stiffened the moment she spotted Rhett cutting across the ice toward her. She bit down on her lip, realizing with a jolt that—just for a moment—she’d almost forgotten he was even there while talking to Adrian. She tried to summon a smile as he closed the distance, but the look on his face made her heart pound, and not from fear.He stopped close—too close. Close enough that she had to half-turn toward him, her breath catching as his presence swallowed the space between them. The chill of the rink was nothing compared to the heat radiating off his body, searing through the thin layers of her clothes.“What’s going on here,” Rhett muttered, smiling—though it wasn’t a smile at all, more li