Kade rummages in our luggage and comes back to the balcony with something behind his back.
"What is it?" I ask and am met by my husband's sexy, dark grin.
"Why don't you open it and see?" He hands me the box, and I recognize it right away. It's his mother's wooden, carved jewelry box—the one where they kept the butterfly all those years ago.
"Oh, Kade..." I'm moved beyond words, and my fingers shake as I touch the lid. "You had it all this time?"
"Open it," he urges me.
I take the box out of his hands with trembling fingers, slowly lifting the lid. When I see what's inside, I gasp lightly. It truly has taken my breath away. I have to steady my fingers so the box doesn't clatter to the floor, and I lift out a beautiful necklace with a shaky hand. Dangling from my fingers is the most stunning long white gold necklace with a pendant on the bottom. It's a precious stone, it must be. Maybe an opal... adorned with diamonds. It's shaped like the butterfly they held captive when we were children.
"How beautiful," I whisper. Kade gently takes his gift from my hands, and I move my hair to the side so he can put the necklace around my neck. My fingers dance over the cool stone, and I admire the beautiful butterfly. It's so smooth... but not nearly as fragile as the insect had been. This one won't break, and it's a true sign of Kade's and my devotion to one another.
"It's opal," Kade explains, his voice hoarse and embarrassed. "The butterfly... I had a designer make it. I wanted it to be as similar as possible.
"It's perfect," I whisper, throwing my arms around his neck. We kiss—deep, meaningful, and passionate. When we pull back, Kade smirks at me.
"If I knew that's what it took to get you all excited, I would've bought you butterfly jewelry a long time ago," he jokes, and I stick my tongue out at him, but I can't help the silly grin on my face.
"Come on now, Junebug," he says, the dark grin back on his face. "I have more plans for us. You're allowed to wear the necklace, and nothing else tonight..."
31
Kade
My wife looks heart-stoppingly beautiful in nothing but the necklace I gave her. Her slender body appears to shimmer in the moonlight, and my mouth waters at the sight of her. I feel the familiar pull of the darkness, demanding I show June her place. To put her on her knees and make her beg... That's the plan today, but she won't be begging for pleasure tonight.
No, tonight, I'm making my darling stepsister beg for pain.
A knowing smile tugs on my lips as I make her twirl before me, showing me all her assets. I hold her hand and spin her before me, admiring the view of her heavy, pert breasts and the tight little ass I'm going to take tonight. I've never fucked her there... But that's all going to change tonight, and I can't fucking wait.
"Reach in my pocket," I mutter in her ear. "I got you another little present."
Her eyes glitter with delight, and she does as she is told. She pulls a little red jar from my pocket, narrowing her eyes at it. "What is this?"
"Open it." She does, unscrewing the lid and smelling the thick white paste inside. "Do you know what it is, Junebug?"
She shakes her head. "Some kind of ointment? It smells really minty."
"That's right. It's tiger balm." I smile.
"What do we need it for?"
"It's going on your clit." I grin darkly. I take the jar from her and smack her legs apart. I kneel next to her and load up some of the paste on my pointer finger before gently massaging it into her already dripping pussy. June giggles as I do it, and I merely smile in response. I know something she doesn't—that the tiger balm will begin burning her in a matter of seconds. With the amount I put on her pussy, it won't be a mere tingle. It will feel like her clit is being pinched and tortured. It's a step further than anything we've tried so far, and I can't fucking wait for the shocked look on her face once she realizes what the balm does.
I order June to get on the bed, but before she has the chance, the balm starts working its magic, and she squirms in my arms.