Welcome to 50 Shades Better: Alison Tyler’s Realistic Stories of Submission. Cleis Press provided me with an excellent excerpt below from one of the books on this tour, Dark Secret Love: a Story of Submission. This book is a beautiful, raw erotic story about a kinky woman looking for what she most desires, even if she doesn’t know what that is just yet.

I have read all of the books on this tour and they are phenomenal. I’ve never read such incredibly sexy books about bondage, submission, and sadomasochism anywhere. These books are simply the best. The first three: Dark Secret Love, The Delicious Torment, and Wrapped Around Your Finger are all semi-autobiographical books that detail lived experiences in dating and how kink might be intertwined in these experiences, as they are with Sam, the protagonist.

The latter two books, The Big Book of Bondage and Twisted: Bondage with an Edge, are erotic anthologies edited by Alison Tyler. These are wonderful books because they showcase a range of authors and their thoughts on bondage through these erotic tales. Just when you think you know what bondage is and what it looks like, the next chapter in these books surprise you. Bondage is a broad practice, and it’s open to more interpretation than you might think.

Check out this book excerpt, followed by each book’s details. xoxo



Dark Secret Love by Alison Tyler
Excerpt from Chapter Nine: “Fix You”

I had felt from the start that Nathan was the one to watch. He had the fierce look, that unflinching stare. And he’d been comfortable manhandling me, climbing under the covers on the sofa, wrapping me in his arms. Not fucking me, just touching me. His face pressed against the nape of my neck, his warm breath tickling my skin.

Now he’d seen Garrett make me cry. And if I thought that there had been some sort of good cop/bad cop routine between them, if I’d believed for an instant that Nate was the gentler one, kissing my tears away, caressing my feverish skin, then I was in for a wicked surprise.

“My turn,” he said again, pressing his body into mine from behind. “And you know what that means, don’t you, baby?”

I didn’t.

“Yes you do, because you and I are exactly alike.”

He’d said that before, and I’d refused to even consider the statement. We couldn’t be alike. Nate consumed women, took what he wanted from them and left them weeping. He never called for a second date. He was always looking toward the next conquest.

“We’re on the very edge,” he whispered, and I could feel his cock against me now, so hard even through his jeans. He continued to thrust softly, easily against my throbbing ass. “We like things rough,” he continued, “we like to feel everything. We can’t feel it unless there’s some pain involved.”

My eyes were shut even under the blindfold. I was paying careful attention to every word he said.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, “because you need that.” As he spoke, I felt him move off the mattress. I wondered if Garrett was going to watch the whole time.

Why wouldn’t he? We were a performance in motion. Something that couldn’t be stopped.
Nate didn’t take off his clothes. He split his jeans and climbed back on the bed, and I felt his cock thrust inside me, lulling me with pleasure. I had endured, hadn’t I? I’d accepted everything Garrett had to give. Why shouldn’t I bask in the glow, in the sensation of being taken? I imagined Garrett staring at us, drinking his beer, stroking himself, and then Nate lifted a candle from the side of the bed, and let the wax slowly drip…

I could have laughed at myself for believing that I was due to receive some pedestrian pleasure. Believing that Nate was on board for a simple session of in-and-out. What an idiot I was, thinking for even an instant that Nate was the lightweight. No, this dark-eyed player was in it for the long haul. He’d watched Garrett warm me up, and now he, the Master, was taking over. I tensed my back, anticipation beating through me, and Nate slapped my ass, keeping me off balance. What was he going to do next?

The candle wax continued to decorate my back as he fucked me, but I could tell this was simply Nate’s way of gearing up. He was only getting started. I shuddered each time the wax hit my skin, and then sighed as Nate rewarded me with a following thrust. He had me teetering on the brink, and he knew it.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe we were the same.

“It’s not enough, is it, baby?” Nate crooned, sounding almost sad. “You need more, don’t you?”
And suddenly he was off me, and there were sounds of disturbance from the closet. I heard Garrett suck in his breath when Nate returned to the bed. But I had no idea what he was holding.

“Lift your head up,” he instructed.

I obeyed immediately.

“Now kiss the tip.”

It was a cane.

I’d written about canes, of course. In my nightly pounding of Lois’s keyboard, I’d written about all of my kinky desires. Being free from Byron had freed my mind as well. I’d seen these implements in the windows of the sex stores in Hollywood. But I had no idea what sort of pain the thing would impart.

“We’ll start with six,” Nate said, “and you’re going to count each blow.”

My ass was still hot from Garrett’s punishment, but when Nate ran his hand slowly over both of my cheeks I shivered at the gentleness of his touch. He knew what he was doing. As soon as my body responded to one sensation, he was there to confuse me beyond measure. I didn’t think I could tense my muscles any tighter than they were.

I held my breath, but Nate was too smart for that. He waited, saw me exhale, and then inhale again before he put his lips to my ear once more and said, “Prepare yourself.”

There was nothing I could have done to prepare. The first stroke was fire. Plain and simple. I’d never felt anything like that before. Nate seemed to be smiling as he said, “You’ve forgotten the rules already, baby? What are we going to do with you?”

Forgotten. Forgotten what?

“You count,” he repeated coldly. There was no longer the sound of a smile in his tone. “You count for me. We’ll call that one practice.” My heart raced. I was in a panic.

Six more? Could I take six more? But before I could think to protest, he’d started again.

“One—” I murmured, tears wetting the black velvet of the blindfold. I sensed it when Garrett came forward. He wanted to watch close up.
Dark Secret Love: A Story of Submission by Alison Tyler
Barnes and Noble
Cleis Press

Dark Secret Love: A Story of Submission

By Alison Tyler
$16.95, Trade Paper
232 pages, 5” x 8”
ISBN: 978-1-57344-956-4

The Delicious Torment: A Story of Submission

By Alison Tyler
$16.95, Trade Paper
240 pages, 5” x 8”
ISBN: 978-1-62778-007-0

Wrapped Around Your Finger: A Story of Submission

By Alison Tyler
$16.95, Trade Paper
240 pages, 5” x 8”
ISBN: 978-1-62778-063-6

The Big Book of Bondage: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint

Edited by Alison Tyler
$15.95, Trade Paper
352 pages, 5 x 7
ISBN: 978-1-57344-907-6

Twisted: Bondage with an Edge

By Alison Tyler
$15.95, Trade Paper
240 pages, 5.5” x 8”
ISBN: 978-1-62778-008-7

Alison Tyler has made being naughty a full-time job. Her sultry short stories appear in more than 100 anthologies, and she is a prolific editor of bestselling erotic anthologies like Twisted, Bound for Trouble, and The Big Book of Bondage. In all things important, she remains faithful to her husband of 15 years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume. Find her at alisontyler.com and alisontyler.blogspot.com