Alison Tyler - Erotic AuthorErotic author Alison Tyler has written and edited some of the hottest BDSM novels and anthologies around. 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. Alison was writing bondage and submission tales long before the words 50 Shades of Grey were even dreamed, before Jamie and Dakota enjoyed Red Room spankings on cinema screens around the world.

Alison Tyler’s bondage themed novels, Dark Secret Love, The Delicious Torment and Wrapped Around Your Finger offer the reader an insight into what really happens in a BDSM lifestyle. Our fascinating protagonist, Samantha, is a submissive with intellect and attitude in equal measure. Her quest for the perfect Dom and her kinky, erotic and often romantic adventures along the way keep the reader engrossed right to the very last word on the last page – and desperate for more.

Twisted and The Big Book of Bondage are anthologies of erotic stories selected and edited by Alison Tyler for their realism, sensuality and alluringly kinky nature. These bondage tales cover the kinky spectrum of being tied up in pleasure for BDSM, with the participants finding fulfilment and an ironic freedom within the secure restraints of consensual bondage.

Alison is multi-published but notably by the wonderful Cleis Press.

I am very happy to be highlighting Alison’s newest erotic novel here at Cara Sutra today: Wrapped Around Your Finger. In honour of this new release from Alison, you can enjoy a generous free excerpt from the book at the end of this blog tour post.

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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

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Cleis Press

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The Delicious Torment: A Story of Submission

By Alison Tyler

$16.95, Trade Paper

240 pages, 5” x 8”

978-1-62778-007-0 

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Cleis Press

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Wrapped Around Your Finger: A Story of Submission

By Alison Tyler

$16.95, Trade Paper

240 pages, 5” x 8”

978-1-62778-063-6

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Cleis Press

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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

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Cleis Press

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Twisted: Bondage with an Edge

By Alison Tyler

$15.95, Trade Paper

240 pages, 5.5” x 8”

978-1-62778-008-7

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Cleis Press

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Free Excerpt

From Wrapped Around Your Finger by Alison Tyler

Chapter 13: Seven Days

I had to bother Jack.

“What about this?” was my next query, pushing his limits, pushing the levels of taste, to be perfectly honest. I was now in a pair of buttery-soft scarlet leather pants and a long-sleeved cream-colored shirt, which should have been worn over a camisole or at least a bra, but which I had on over my bare skin so that my breasts were visible through the thin fabric. “Could I wear this?” I was trying to get a rise out of him, and unfortunately—or fortunately depending on how you look at the situation—it worked.

Jack set down his papers, and I read the expression on his face. If my fairy godmother had appeared and granted me one solitary wish, I wouldn’t have gone for money or fame or world fucking peace. I would have taken back the last interruption. I’d pushed him too far.

“Listen,” he said, his voice low and even. “I have to call Michael and go over these notes. And then, little filly, I’m going to spank that ass of yours until it’s as red as those leather pants.” His tone didn’t change as he continued his speech. “And every night this week, after I’m finished with work, I am going to spank that ass of yours, just as firmly and as seriously as I’m going to tonight. You can count on it. When you wake up in the morning, the first thing you’ll think about is the way I’m going to punish you each and every day.”

And then he went to make the call, dismissing me while I stood in the living room. Not sure what to do. Where to go. What to say. He’d tell me in moments, I knew. He’d explain exactly how he wanted me. Exactly how to proceed. But for now, I was even twitchier than I had been before. Pressing him for attention, fighting to be noticed. Why had I done this? Why hadn’t I been patient and behaved for Jack? Because that’s not my nature. Being good never has gotten me what I desire.

I forced myself to sit on the sofa, lifting his near-empty glass and draining the last few sharp drops of whiskey. I crossed my legs, then uncrossed them. Was this what I’d been after the whole time?

I could try to decipher the rationale behind my behavior, or I could fantasize about what Jack was going to do when he got off the phone. As might be expected, I chose the latter. There was no way he’d let me keep on those choice leather slacks. That was for certain. The material was well tanned and thin, but would offer far too much protection to my haughty ass. Would he spank me here, in the living room, or maybe out on the patio, or…

“Get in the bedroom.” Jack had returned before I’d had time to fully prepare. I hurried to obey his command, nearly tripping over myself. Jack followed behind me, slowly, and I was waiting for him, seated on the edge of the bed and nervous as all hell, when he arrived.

“I was planning on taking things easy on you this week,” he said, his words almost sounding like a confession. “But I guess you need something else. Some sort of proof of my affection.” His eyes glowed. “So while I was walking down the hall, I developed a plan.” My heart— oh, my heart—was pounding at his words. “Tonight,

Sam, we’ll start a seven-day regimen. Strip down and put on your white nightgown.” He stayed in the room, watching me peel out of the leather pants and lose the  creamy blouse, then rummage for the nightie he was talking about, antique white, voluminous, like something from the early 1900s.

“Over my lap,” he said, and I hurried to his side, draping myself into proper position, then waiting, still, while he slowly lifted the nightgown, revealing my naked skin.

His hand was all he used this night. Firm, hard, unyielding. His hand was all he needed to make me press down on his lap, trying to gain contact with my clit on his knee. His hand was all it took to show me that he hadn’t forgotten about me, hadn’t chosen to disregard my constant yearning for his attention.

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