The Hockey player's submissive professor
I walked into the living room and froze.
Cassie was sprawled on the couch in a thin, satin nightdress, legs draped casually over Adrian’s lap as they watched TV. He was smiling at something she said, one hand resting too comfortably on her shin.
For a second, I didn’t know what to say. The whole scene looked…wrong.
“Um,” I began, forcing a smile. “What’s going on here?”
Cassie turned, grinning. “Oh! Mom, good evening!” She jumped up and came to hug me, and my breath caught when I realized just how see-through her nightdress was, her nipples were peaked, pressing against the sheer cloth.