The Delicious Torment
A Story of Submission
Alison Tyler has been hailed as the best BDSM fiction writer of today. But wait a minute—is her work really purely fictional? Blurring lines between memoir and meta in The Delicious Torment, Tyler dares to expose in prose that pulsates off the page. Raising all bets that began in the critically acclaimed Dark Secret Love, this coming-of-age story sees Samantha entwined with an older man, a bondage connoisseur and her equal in every way, as she explores the deepest recesses of her master’s desires and her heart.
A Story of O meets 9 1/2 Weeks, The Delicious Torment is fueled by lust, longing and need.
“What all of us had hoped Fifty Shades would actually be.”
“This tightly written piece of erotica is absolutely fabulous…. The sex is scorching, the characterization divine. This is what erotica is supposed to be. Even if BDSM isn’t your kink, it’s easy to get off on the emotion and the tightly constructed prose. Tyler is a master wordsmith.”
—City Book Review
“Readers tired of sensationalistic portrayals of BDSM will appreciate Tyler’s nuanced and realistic approach.”
“This could be a roadmap for other uninhibited young women, a trip down memory lane for older submissives, and escapist fantasy for the curious among us; any way you read it, this book is a lot of fun.”
Hello everyone and welcome to my stop on the Delicious Torment blog tour! When I heard Alison was continuing her series, I was overjoyed. I love a dark, sexy tale and who better to give the grrrrr in growl than Alison? She rocks it down all the way to my toes–I don’t care what it is she is writing, but this series takes it to a whole new level. Join me as Alison answers a few questions about her work, some sexy cookie moments and a suggestion for anyone submitting a short story to her anthology calls.
Without further ado…
1. What was your inspiration to write Delicious?
Years ago—and we’re now moving closer to a decade ago—a reader asked me how I got my start in erotica. I responded with a blog post. And then a second one. And, hell, a third. I’ve said this before, but half-a-million words later, I’m still answering the question.
2. The characters in the book are a continuation in a series. How many more books do you envision? A trilogy perhaps?
Well, I’ve definitely envisioned a ménage, because I recently turned in the third (but by no means final) book. Hopefully, I’ll be allowed six. What would I love? Ten.
3. What elements do you look for in good erotic fiction?
Push my buttons right away, from the very first sentence. Tie me up with your words. Hold me down with your phrases. Cuff me with your clever scenario. Then punctuate the fuck out of me, baby.
4. What are some of your pet peeves when you get a submission?
No title. What is up with that? Several stories for my latest call slid in without titles. Can you imagine the Table of Contents?
(Untitled) by so and so
(Untitled) by such and such
(Untitled) by who the fuck cares?
Honestly, even as an art history major, I was annoyed by artists who didn’t title their work. No idea why. But I really feel like things should be given a name.
Other pet peeves? Big blocks of text. No dialogue. Tired tropes. Same landscape I’ve seen before. Old-married couples looking to spice things up. Please.
5. Tell us about some of your new submission calls.
6. Flogger or whip?
7. Heels or flats?
Stack-heeled, patent-leather Mary Janes. In every color. Motorcycle boots. Granny shoes. Mules.
8. If I was your favorite cookie, what flavor would I be?
Pepperidge Farm Bordeaux. And I would dunk you in chilled white wine. Because I’m trashy like that.
(I believe this is my turn to say yes please!)
9. What is one thing you want readers to get from Delicious?
That love doesn’t fit into a specific definition. That preconceived notions can be left in a glossy puddle on the bathroom floor. What if you loved someone who loved someone else? And rather than that be the end, the three of you looked at the situation as the beginning?
10. What is your steamiest sex scene ever? (And you have lots of them! xox)
Fabulous question. Thank you. Taking the pain for someone else is probably my number-one fantasy. “Take it,” may be the two most erotic words in English to my submissive ears.
In Dark Secret Love (the first novel in my latest series) Sam will not give her safeword and Jack shields her body from a whipping with his own skin. I fucking love that.
“When we’re finished here, you’ll get dressed. I don’t want to be late.”
“Finished—“ I echoed, feeling the dismal mood slowly draining out of me, replaced bit by bit with a fresh wave of fear.
“You don’t think I’m going to let your behavior today go unnoticed.”
I hung my head.
“Not rewarded, of course,” he continued. I heard the dark smirk in his voice, yet I knew that had I looked up, his face would be stone.
He didn’t tell me what to next. He took over, coming forward and placing me roughly against the wall, palms flat to keep myself steady. He worked the buttons on my fly before hauling my jeans and panties down for me, just past my knees. His belt was already off, and he had easy access, was able to grab it up, double the leather, and start without hesitation.
Each stroke felt impossible to bear. I don’t know why or even how the pain can fluctuate—or maybe it’s my ability to take the pain—maybe it’s the mood that matters. But I was in that place, that bratty, mule-headed place, and I lost my head. I tried to turn, to tell him—what? To tell him No? That it wasn’t fair? That I hadn’t done anything specifically to him? I’d been in a funk because of my writing. That was all.
But none of that counted. My mood had bled into Jack’s world. And that’s all that mattered to him. That and the fact that I tried to fight the punishment, which changed the situation in a flash.
He was on me, now, dragging me over to the bed. And I fought him, not wanting to get away—not really. If I had been desperate, I would have acted differently. We both knew that by now. I would have groveled. Begged. Wept. Instead, I tested him, struggling, and he had to work to get cuffs on me, to pin me down the way he wanted, ripping my jeans and panties all the way off and going to work on my ass now, seriously, with the belt, blow after blow, until the struggling subsided and I was….
What was I?
I was…. Tamed?
No. Never tamed.
No, not that either. Jack didn’t want to break me. He liked me wild and spirited.
Fixed. That’s how I felt. Tuned up. Back to normal. As if he had given me a dose of some strong medicine. Jack knew. I don’t know how he knew. He knew because of who he was and who I was. He’d said he’d known me since he’d first seen me at Jody’s party, years before. He’d claimed he understood me way back then. Now, he’d known—in himself, in his heart—that I was craving this sort of treatment. The fighting on my part was merely a last desperate struggle to hang onto a foul mood. Why would I want to do that?
When he was finished, we were both breathless. But I was me again.
Thanks Alison. I needed that…*sigh* Now I’m going back to reading this sexy tale. I just can’t get enough!
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 andalisontyler.blogspot.com