Alison Tyler has done it again. Launching a brand new tome of tantalising tales, the anthology Bound for Trouble (BDSM Erotica For Women) published by Cleis Press is set to capture your imagination and cuff your fantasies to the darkest corners of erotic adventure.
You will soon be able to read a guest review for Bound for Trouble here at Cara Sutra, but in the meantime Cleis Press has provided a free excerpt from the book to whet our appetite even more. You can read more reviews of Alison Tyler’s erotica here.
Enjoy reading this exclusive free excerpt.
From “Tea or Coffee?” by Tamsin Flowers
So, hell, now I find myself hog-tied, wrists bound to ankles with silky red rope, in the swanky riverside apartment of some guy that, until just over an hour ago, I’d never laid eyes on. All I’ve got on is a pair of black lace panties and a pair of Rupert Sanderson stilettos, having left my dignity somewhere over by the door. I’ve never been tied up before, I’ve never been spanked before and I’ve certainly no idea what’s going to happen next. And I have to say, I think I’m enjoying myself. But how the fuck did I get myself into this in the first place?
I think it was something I said.
Tonight was an evening that came with expectations built in. An expectation of meeting someone, the anticipation of excitement or of disappointment, a feeling that one thing might lead to another. Speed dating. It wasn’t my first time but it was definitely the first time that the one thing had actually led to another. Previous outings on the speed-dating merry-go-round had been underwhelming but, eternal optimist that I am, I couldn’t see any harm in giving it another go and—hey presto—it seems to have delivered.
This is how it went down. The first two guys that sat in the hot seat opposite me were dull. One was tongue-tied, while the other couldn’t stop talking. About himself. The third man was nice but ancient. The fourth, good looking but weird. But the fifth was interesting. Tall, I noticed as he approached my table. Confident, authoritative, he had the air of someone used to being in control. He sat down and gave me an appraising look; there was no trying to hide the fact that he was looking me over, checking me out. I might not have liked a look like that in a different situation but I wasn’t gonna kid myself—this is what we were both here for, after all.
I looked him up and down, too, and he was some physical specimen. Strong jaw, broad shoulders, beautiful hands and a luxuriant head of burnished copper hair. His dark eyes held mine until I felt compelled to look away.