Kinky Erotic Author Eden Bradley Reveals Her Favourite Scene From 'The Dark Garden'
The Dark Garden was originally published in 2007. As someone who has been involved in BDSM practice most of my adult life, this was a true book of my heart. I wanted to present my perception of BDSM - my truth about what it is to me, the psychology of it, the intensity of kink relationships - in a way readers might find approachable. I wanted to show the sensual side of kink, because it’s not all about whips and chains (although I do have a particular love for chains!). But back to the present…
The Fifty Shades of Grey phenomenon has given us, the kink authors who are actually kinky, the freedom to write more of these stories fueled by our own experiences, as well as our lovely, dark, as-yet-to-be-met fantasies, and to share that delicious dark side of sensuality with you. The Dark Garden is a fairly even mix of those elements.
As a real life switch, it’s always been a challenge for me to submit. This scene-and in fact, this entire book-is about that struggle to get what we want, but feel we can’t have, for whatever reasons -the fear of losing control no matter how badly we need to. And what can happen when the right man comes along to help us find that freedom.
Guest post by Eden Bradley
Extract from The Dark Garden
He led her to the bed once more, and this time he undressed her with his own hands, carefully, tenderly. He helped her step out of her shoes, then her wool slacks, slipped her crème-colored cashmere sweater over her head, left her in her ivory silk camisole and matching thong.
“We’re going to take things slowly.” He spoke softly, soothingly. “One step at a time. I just want you to get used to my touch first. To being under my hands. You know you can always stop the scene if anything gets to be too much for you. But I want you to try to stretch your boundaries a little.”
“Just being here is a stretch for me.”
“I know that. That’s why I haven’t thrown you over my knee and given you a good, hard spanking.”
His wicked grin was infectious and she couldn’t help but smile.
“Ah, that’s better. Come now, sit here on the end of the bed.”
He pressed down a bit on her shoulder, guiding her. The bed was soft beneath her, as though it had a layer of down ticking on it under the rich brown and gold bedspread. The room was warm enough, but she shivered anyway. It was impossible to hold still.
He moved to the head of the bed and she couldn’t see what he was doing, only heard the slide of a drawer. She felt the mattress sink a little beneath his weight as he sat down behind her. When he touched a fingertip to her bare shoulder she jumped.
“It’s all right, Rowan. It’s just me.” He slid that fingertip down her arm, raising a trail of goose bumps. Down her arm to her wrist, over the back of her hand, then back up. His fingers continued their stroking exploration, over her neck, the line of her jaw. She could feel the heat from his hand on her skin. Incredible, how much heat came off that one finger. What would his whole body feel like pressed against hers?
Before she could banish that thought, her sex gave a squeeze, went liquid. She couldn’t fight it with him still touching her. He continued to stroke her skin, moving down to her collarbone, and her nipples peaked hard as he swept across the swell of one breast, then the other. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the sensation.
His hand slid over the outer edge of her bra, down over the curve of her breast and she wanted to arch into that hand, to make him cup her breast, but she didn’t move. She was trembling inside with desire. His hand made its way over her ribcage, the lines of her abdomen, lower, until he brushed the very top of her panties. Her sex ached. She was sure he could sense the pacing of her breath, the heated flush of her skin. But right now she couldn’t find it within herself to care. She only knew she didn’t want him to stop touching her.
He took his hand away, leaving her skin cold. Then his mouth was next to her ear, whispering, “I’m going to blindfold you now.”
Panic hit her full force. “No!”
“Yes.” It was a tone few would argue with.
“I…I can’t do that.” “You don’t have to, Rowan. That’s the beauty of this arrangement. I’ll do everything.”
About Eden Bradley
Best-selling author Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin has published a number of novels and novellas, both print and e-books, with Bantam/Delta, Berkley Heat, Harlequin Spice & HQN, Black Lace Books and Samhain Publishing. Her books have been translated into German, French, Romanian, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, Czech and Japanese. Eden has appeared regularly on Playboy Radio and conducts workshops on writing craft and writing about sex.
Eden has long been ‘out of the closet’ as someone who has spent most of her adult life involved in BDSM practice and the fetish community as a switch, including visiting clubs and dungeons all over the US and in Canada.
When not writing, you can find her wandering museums, buying shoes, cupcakes and too much lip gloss, and reading everything she can get her hands on. Visit her websites: EdenBradley.com EveBerlin.com or her group blog Smutketeers.com.