Walker’s woman.
Whether Madeline wanted to admit it at the moment or not.
Both of them blinked open their eyes when Walker pulled back on Madeline’s head and Tony’s erection popped out of the tight seal of her clamped lips.
“What’s going on?” Madeline asked. Walker grimaced at the sexy sound of her cock-massaged throat. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her to a standing position. Tony didn’t look pleased, and Walker couldn’t say he blamed him. Madeline had been treating him to a hell of a ride in her mouth.
“She’ll finish,” Walker said stiffly. He released Madeline’s hair, and she twisted her chin to look at him. He met her defiant glance with a hard stare. “First I’m going to punish her for being so goddamned good at it, though. She’s going to get a pink ass for being so stubborn.”
Tony’s eyebrows went up in an expression of surprise and interest. Madeline’s already pink cheeks flushed crimson. Fury flared in her dark eyes.
“I have a paddle, if you’re interested. It’s in the bedside table of the master suite,” Tony said. He gave a devilish grin when Madeline’s head whipped around. She made a disgusted sound at what she must have considered to be a betrayal on Tony’s part. “Don’t be mad, darling. I never used it on you when we used to sleep together, did I? You’d never let me.”
“Only one man will ever punish her,” Walker said. “Go and get the paddle, Madeline.”
Her mouth opened to protest, but then she met his stare. She edged toward the glass doors indecisively, a sullen expression on her beautiful face.
“I’ll give you ten seconds. Every second you’re not here after that, I’ll give you an extra pop,” Walker murmured.
Her dark eyes widened. She suddenly spun and raced toward the glass doors.
“I’ll be right back,” Walker said woodenly to Tony. He went inside to retrieve something from the pile of clothing he’d left in the upper living area. Madeline returned to the bridge seating area just a moment after Walker returned himself.
She looked beautiful as she stepped onto the deck, naked and mutinous, a polished wood paddle in her hand.
“Bring it to me,” Walker said quietly.
He honestly couldn’t tell for sure what she’d do in that moment, comply or spit in his face. She found a compromise by stalking over to him, handing him the paddle and starting to walk away. Walker slipped his hand through the loop at the end of the paddle and let it hang. He caught Madeline’s wrist from behind, halting her departure. She glanced around in shock when he slid a metal cuff around her wrist.
“I don’t know why you’re so angry with me,” she told him in a fury-choked voice as he grabbed her other hand and bound her wrists behind her. “I’m not the one who betrayed a friend.”
“Walker didn’t betray me, Madeline,” Tony said, sounding a little sad. He’d taken a seat on the surround couch. His cock was still hard and moist, resting at an angle on his belly. “He was just doing his job.”
Madeline made a sound like a hissing cat at those words.
“You’re the one who betrayed me by letting another man touch you in front of my face,” Walker said. He grabbed her arm and led her over to Tony. “Hold her shoulders.” He pressed down on Madeline’s back, forcing her to bend over in front of Tony. Tony followed his direction, taking the bulk of Madeline’s upper body weight while she bent over, hands cuffed at her middle back and her bottom in the air.
His cock tingled in anticipation as he stared at Madeline’s bare ass. She didn’t typically swim or sunbathe naked—no, that was just a device she’d been using lately to torture him—because her bottom was pale next to her tanned skin. Her ass had always pleased him, round, tight and surprisingly fleshy for her slight figure.
He swung the paddle, giving her a healthy crack in the middle of her buttocks. Her weight went forward slightly at the blow, but Tony braced her. Walker paddled her several more times, the whapping sound of hard wood striking firm, supple flesh making his cock lurch in his swim trunks. He continued until he heard her moan.
He paused and grabbed a handful of sun- and paddle-warmed ass. Tony smiled encouragingly at Madeline when she lifted her head while Walker soothed her bottom. He noticed that Tony’s erection hadn’t diminished in the least since Madeline had stopped sucking him so forcefully. He seemed to be enjoying the sight of seeing the defiant Madeline being punished. Walker could just imagine what a woman like her could do to a man if he let her.
He stepped back and swatted her plump buttocks again several times, trying to gauge from the sound of her cries and moans if he was causing any real harm. He was trying to make a point, but he’d never cause her any serious pain. He landed the paddle on her ass, appreciating the subtle shiver the blow wrought in the taut flesh. Her ass was starting to glow pink. He was uncertain about the meaning of her low, desperate moan, so he sent his finger between her thighs.
Her pussy was drenched. The moan hadn’t been from pain or humiliation. Definitely not. She groaned louder and squirmed against the pressure of his finger.
He dropped his hand and swatted her ass with the paddle, the spankings forceful enough to cause Tony’s arms to flex as he held her in position. He paused, knowing he’d been hard, and rubbed her bottom. Her taut flesh radiated heat into his palm.
He stepped back and lowered his swim trunks, grimacing at the feeling of the heavy weight of his cock pulling down on the root. He fisted his erection briefly, but it didn’t give him any relief. He was hard enough to pound wood with the damn thing.
He held the paddle at the ready.
“I want you to tell me you’ll never let another man touch you just because you’re trying to punish me. You can get mad at me all you want, Madeline, but I won’t have you acting like a selfish little brat to make your point.”
When she didn’t speak, he swung his arm and paddled her briskly. Tony caught her, his cock leaping in his lap at the same moment.
“You always were stubborn, Maddie,” Tony told her with a small, sad smile. “I could never tame you.”