Dark Secret Love: Erotic Book Excerpt
Excerpt from Chapter 7: Goodbye and Good Luck
“Be ready for me,” Connor said over the phone. “I’ll be over in ten.”
“Ready?” my voice trailed upward, making a question of the single word, while my mind raced.
Ready. I already knew what that meant. Connor had considered our last two weeks together as a sort of sexual boot camp. He spent his days packing boxes of belongings to ship home, saying goodbye to friends, tying up loose ends.
He spent his nights tying up loose ends, too. Pulling the ends of loose scarves until they tightened securely around my wrists. Fastening a blindfold over my eyes, capturing my ankles with his leather belt. He was determined to educate me, to make my fantasies come true.
The night before, he’d surprised me with a bag of supplies from a local sex toy store: a red-and-black paddle, a soft purple suede flogger, a set of silver cuffs. And there were more gifts, ones he didn’t let me open yet. He hadn’t used any on me.
But he’d watched as I’d unwrapped each new toy, and when I looked up at him, he cocked a blond eyebrow at me and said, “Tomorrow night, you won’t have to be quiet.”
I knew what that meant. I was always quiet. Practically silent. Connor had been trying to get me to open up, to feel comfortable enough to let loose. The most I’d managed so far was a husky moan. I’d never been a screamer. I internalized everything. Tears might streak my cheeks, but I would not cry out. I could not. Connor had plans to change that.
While I waited for him, I paced the apartment, clad in an outfit we’d bought together: a short black-and-white plaid skirt, silky black T-shirt, fishnet stockings, knee-high Docs. I walked into Lois’s room, where I’d set out all the toys Connor had given me. Then I paced again. He’d used his belt on me, but never a paddle. I stroked the flat side, tentatively touched the wooden handle. It was in my thoughts to try the thing on myself, to see what the pain would feel like, when I heard Connor knock.
Feeling guilty for no reason, I hurried to the front door and let him in. He had flowers with him. And a crop. Jesus.
He looked me over, head to toe, then nodded his approval. The flowers were left to die a slow death on the cracked blue Formica kitchen counter. There wasn’t even time for filling a wine bottle with water. Connor grabbed my wrist and led me back to Lois’s room, a girly boudoir with pink walls and a brass bed. She had angels on her dresser and her nightstand, and they looked odd as background to the various sex toys. Gargoyles would have made more sense.
Connor sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me. I knew what to do. I understood his expressions by now, could practically read his thoughts, but the crop kept me from coming forward. The way it leaned against the dresser made me want to run and hide. Not because I didn’t want to feel the sting, but because I did—and that scared me to death. I’d confessed all of my secrets to Connor over our months together. I’d told him every little fucked-up fantasy I’d ever had. I couldn’t hide from my truth, but I had a difficult time facing the reality head-on. Be careful what you wish for.
“Get the paddle,” he said. My legs threatened to give out as I walked to the nightstand and gripped the new toy. “Over my legs, girl. Now.”
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Dark Secret Love
In spite of my good-girl persona, I was bad to the core.” Dark Secret Love perfectly captures the dark, secret fantasies within us all. Spunky and self-sure Samantha may be submissive, but knows exactly what she wants, and she isn’t afraid to chase it. Dark Secret Love follows Samantha’s quest for the perfect dom in an authentic, partially autobiographical meta-novel from literary siren Alison Tyler. This romantic tale of submission is only the first in a lustful trilogy, and will whet your appetite for the next chapter of Samantha’s story.
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 The Big Book of Bondage, Sudden Sex, and Down and Dirty. 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