The Hockey player's submissive professor
JUNO HAYES
Santa Ynez Valley – Early Morning
“…I'm so happy you're in my life, Rhett Voss,” I muttered, rubbing my hand over my husband's fringe and then his little beard under his jaw and his mustache. His mouth opened slightly, drooling on the pillow a little. To be honest, if someone had told me that I would be happily married and married for eight years and with two kids aside from Cassie, I would have laughed in their face, and then if they had said I would be married to Rhett Voss, my master, the man I first met in that dim room, that I had officially signed the contract that bound us together, I would have called the authorities to literally lock that person in a mental institution.