Page 11 of Black Light: The Crossover
The thought had him smiling to himself as he released one foot and then freed the other, massaging it until Jaxson added, “Now the dress.”
Finally.
Chase stood and gently turned Emma around so he could unhook the top and slowly drag the zipper down, letting his knuckles trail along her spine as the fabric parted. A small shiver rolled through her and all he wanted to do was follow the path of his hand with his lips, but he knew if he pressed his luck, Jaxson would just make him wait longer.
As soon as he nudged the dress over the swell of Emma’s hips, the weight of the fabric pulled it to the floor, and he didn’t need his wife to say a word as she stepped out of it, glancing at the pile of dark green, shimmering cloth with concern. Chase gathered it in his arms and draped it over one of the desks on the second row before returning to his place just in front of her, mesmerized by the rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts, lifted and contained by her rosy-pink bra.
“Come here, Emma.” Jaxson’s voice broke his concentration, and Chase worked hard to stay still, stumbling backward a step as Emma moved toward the desk where their ‘headmaster’ was waiting. Jax turned her around, leaving their blushing sub facing him as he rested his hands on her waist before slowly sliding them upward to cup her breasts through the bra. “Even your undergarments are against school policy, Emma. Such a naughty girl.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Emma whispered, her cheeks heating as Jaxson slid his fingers under the straps to shift them off her shoulders.
“Hmm… I’ll just remove it for you.” The second Jax released the clasps on her back, Emma’s bra fell forward, her heavy breasts freed, revealing the hardening nipples that Chase could tell she wanted to cover. Her arms twitched, her fingers curling into small fists at her sides as she held still, exposed to them and anyone who had stopped in the hall.
Fuck.
Chase’s dick twitched behind the pants of his tuxedo as Emma chewed on her lip, eyes clenched tight. He loved the way she still got shy when she was exposed, and the Switch side of him reveled in her obedience, because he knew she wanted to cover up, but she was being a good girl for both of them.
“You know…” Jaxson began, his voice a low and sinful purr that only made Chase hungrier for the fun to start. “You’ve both broken so many rules at this point that I could just suspend you, or expel you. Kick you both out of here.” Leaning down, Jax hovered his lips right beside Emma’s ear as he added, “And wouldn’t your daddy be so disappointed in you if—”
“What!” Emma squeaked, her eyes popping open as she turned to look at Jaxson. A sharp swat to her ass had her hips jolting forward and her blush burning even hotter as it spread down her neck and chest.
“Naughty girl, Emma. Interrupting is rude, and that isn’t how you respond to me, is it?” Jaxson grinned behind her as she fumbled over her words, and when his dark gaze met Chase’s over her head, Chase knew exactly what kind of game Jax wanted to play tonight.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Headmaster,” Chase corrected, winking at Emma when she looked at him. “Please don’t kick us out, sir. There has to be something we can do?”
It took a moment longer for the realization to dawn on Emma, filtering through all her embarrassment and arousal, but eventually Chase saw the recognition in her eyes.
“Yes, please, Headmaster. There has to be some way we can stay. I can’t get expelled! My parents would kill me!” Emma whined like Jaxson really had the power to kick them out of an imaginary school, and Chase had to fight his grin, because despite her surprising acting ability… he was supposed to look like a schoolboy in trouble.
“I don’t know…” Jaxson stepped around Emma, catching her chin in his hand as he tilted her face up and looked her over like it was the first time he’d ever seen her intoxicating curves. “What are you offering?”
“Anything, sir. I mean Headmaster,” Emma added Jax’s proper title for tonight, and Chase loved how convincing she was, pleading with her beautiful violet eyes just as much as her words.
“Anything?” Jax echoed, glancing at him.
“Yes, Headmaster. I’ll do anything to stay. I’m sorry I keep breaking rules.”
“We both are,” Emma continued, looking up at Jaxson with the sweetest little pout. Chase had no idea how Jax was resisting the urge to kiss her full lips, but Jax had always been better at the self-control parts of being a Dom.
“Let’s see if that’s true.” Jaxson let go of her chin and snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor beside him. “Chase, come here and help your co-conspirator into her uniform.”
Finally.
Closing the gap in a few steps, Chase accepted the bundle of white fabric that Jax plucked from the bag, shaking it out for Emma to put it on. By the time it was on her shoulders, Chase could already tell the buttons in the front were not going to fit over her breasts, but he didn’t say a word as he started at the bottom of the shirt and worked his way upward.
“Look at that. It seems this shirt is the wrong size,” Jaxson stepped closer to Chase like he was inspecting the way the fabric gaped over her breasts, barely covering her nipples. “Of course, that’s what happens when we have to pull uniforms from the lost and found for naughty girls that choose to ignore dress code. You’ll just have to wear it like that so everyone knows what a bad girl you’ve been.”
“Yes, Headmaster,” Emma breathed, her breaths a little shorter than before Jax’s brief lecture.
“The skirt will probably be too short as well, but we can’t have you walking around in your underwear.” Jaxson lifted the green and blue plaid skirt from the bag, and Chase took it without hesitation, leaning down to help Emma step into it.
Of course, Jax had made sure it fit their beautiful wife, but the hem of it barely covered her underwear, and that sight had Chase’s mouth watering.
“You know… I think this uniform may be even more appropriate for a girl like you, Emma. After all, your constant misbehavior is a clear cry for attention, and this is going to get you all kinds of attention in the halls.” Jaxson’s hand skated over the curve of her waist and hip but stopped short of her ass. “Is that what you want?”
“No, Headmaster.” She shook her head, eyes clenched tight again, and Jaxson’s chuckle was low and devious.
