Twisted: Bondage With an Edge by Alison Tyler (Website, Twitter, Goodreads)Publication Date: February 18th 2014
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"Be as kinky as you want to be," advises Alison Tyler in a commanding new collection that proves that bondage can bring a partner closer to their object of desire, both literally and figuratively. Whether by rope or silk scarf or cuffs, the bonds grow even tighter as readers surrender to the pleasures of BDSM. Twisted is a collection of kink and bondage tales curated by editrix extraordinaire Tyler, who has cornered the market in bondage erotica. She adds "I've been a bondage fanatic since I first understood that the word 'obey' could be used in a bedroom. That on my knees on a hardwood floor could be sexier than sprawled in a bed of silken, leopard-print sheets. That a velvet blindfold over my eyes or cold steel cuffs on my wrists could make my heart pitter-patter faster than a bouquet of scarlet roses or a glittery piece of jewelry." This sentiment is echoed in the author's tales in Twisted as well. These stories delve deep down into what bondage means, and prepare readers to bind down or behave.
Excerpt from “Dry Spell” by Kristina Lloyd, part of the anthology Twisted edited by Alison Tyler
“Do it for me. Give me that amazing, precious part of you. Give me…give me the power of your orgasms. Let me be the one who tells you when you can and can’t come.”
“Hmm. It’s a big ask.”
Ray shrugged. “Wouldn’t be worth doing otherwise.”
I mulled it over. “Supposing I come accidentally? Say, when we’re having sex and you’re not concentrating and whoops, there I go.”
“I won’t let that happen.”
“Well, supposing I come accidentally when you’re not there? You know, say, I fall on my vibrator or something?”
“You won’t let that happen.” Ray’s puppy-dog eyes were twinkling with excitement. I could practically hear the cogs of his brain whirring as he began contemplating the implications of his suggestion.
“I could lie to you,” I said. “I could pretend I was obeying but in reality—”
“But I’d know,” said Ray. “It would start raining.”
“Gah!” I said. “There’s no escape for me, is there?”
“Not much.”
I sighed, defeated. “Still not convinced. Anyway, supposing it doesn’t work and it keeps raining?”
Ray shrugged. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”
We fell silent for a while. Outside the torrential downpour continued although the car alarm had stopped. That I had the power to improve the nation’s weather was both a wonderful gift and an unwelcome responsibility. If only the gift were slightly different and involved, for example, not quitting orgasms but eating huge amounts of ice cream.
“Let’s give it a whirl,” said Ray. “Think how sexy it is. It’s not just about the weather. It’s about you making a sacrifice for me. And me having control over you and you wanting me to have control. Like this.” He gave an emphatic shove, pressing my arms hard into the pillows. “And this.” He placed one hand on top of the other, pinning my wrists with one grip, then reached behind himself to feel me between my thighs. He skimmed my clit. I was still sensitive from coming and I squealed, wriggling my hips beneath his weight. A burst of squally rain hurled itself at the window, as noisy as a handful of gravel being flung.
“I can make you do things any day of the week,” Ray continued. He took both my hands, rested the left under his balls at an awkward angle, the right around his shaft. I did what was expected of me. His length twitched and flexed in my fist. “I can cuff you and torment you,” Ray went on. “Force you because you like it. But just think. I’m not forcing you here. I’m asking you. No orgasms. And you agree and you stick with it.”
He gave me a sly smile. “Because promises are stronger than leather.”
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