Educating Emma by Kat Austen is out now, and if you’re a fan of dark erotic romance, you NEED to take a look at this novella! See our review + teasers below.
[Some Spoilers; For Mature Audiences]
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
As soon as I read the summary for Educating Emma, I knew I had to get my hands on this novella! If you’ve been following my reviews, you know I have a penchant for forbidden romance, and the professor/student storyline is one of my faves. Educating Emma is short, but oh, so sexy, and I definitely recommend it to romance readers who are in the mood some taboo in their erotica!
Like the synopsis (below) says, we start the story with Emma and she’s sitting in her college biology class reflecting on the past weekend. She’s been lusting after her professor, Dr. Faraday, all semester long, and finally she was able to have a rendezvous with him at a club last Saturday. Good news: the encounter was just as HOT as she imagined… maybe more. Bad news: Dr. Faraday didn’t realize he was getting it on with a student, and when he did, he stopped and left. Now, Dr. Faraday is totally ignoring her. But Emma won’t be deterred. Today, after class, she plans to confront her professor, confess her feelings, and get him to admit that he wants her too. However, Emma might have misjudged Dr. Faraday’s aloofness, because once he gets his hands on Emma, he refuses to let go.
The result is some of the sexiest sexy times. I’ll give you a sample:
I’m not letting her go anywhere. If she takes a step toward that door, I’m fucking her on the floor with her face down and her body writhing beneath me. She’s mine. She offered herself up to me on a goddamn silver platter, and now it’s time to partake in that gift. She can’t back out now. She can’t take back what she’s so eagerly offered because now she knows what she was dealing with…
“You’re going to crave me like no drug known to man, and I’ll be an attentive lover and give you your fix when you need it. But you’re going to reciprocate, and right now, I need mine.”
HAVE MERCY. And it gets even more dirty!
Keep in mind, this is mostly fluff. With that said, the ending holds a surprise twist that’s sweet and super adorable. When you start reading you might feel slightly uncomfortable (e.g. “Should I *really* be enjoying how filthy this is? Should I be concerned about how alpha-possessive Luke Faraday is?”) But trust me! Savor the story for the erotic goodness it is and by the end, you’ll have a really big smile on your face 🙂
Check out the full summary and a THREE longer excerpts below. Make sure to add Educating Emma to your Goodreads TBR list and download your copy today! (links below)
Emma’s had it bad for Professor Faraday all semester. Despite her best efforts, Luke Faraday seems immune to the brilliant blonde who sits enthralled in his lecture hall every day.
When Emma decides to confront her enigmatic professor and confess her feelings, Luke has a confession of his own to make. Will his confession send her running? Or will it send her running straight into his arms?
Either way, Emma’s about to get more of an education than she bargained for.
***This is a Dark Fantasies Novella, fantasy being the key word. Get lost in the story, hold off jumping to conclusions, and brace yourself for the sweet surprise waiting at the end.***
I roam in front of her, keeping my distance. For now. “I wouldn’t think you had much concern for privacy. Especially since I’ve caught you sitting in your car outside of my house late at night. What were you doing there?”
When her mouth falls open, I almost throw myself on her. That mouth. It will be my undoing, especially if she keeps opening it like that, parting it, gasping. Soon I’ll be drawing moans and screams from it, my obsession with it only growing.
“Were you watching me undress and climb into the shower? Touching yourself as you watched? Is that why you did it? To get yourself off since I wasn’t doing it for you?”
She pushes off the wall a little. “You knew?”
I circle closer. From this distance, I can smell her. From the scent of her shampoo to the scent that resides between her legs, the waiting is killing me. I need her. I have to have her. “Of course I knew. Why do you think I kept the blinds open and jacked off in full view?”
When my hand lowers to my crotch, stroking myself a few times through my slacks, she watches. She likes to watch. That’s why I gave her such a good show the last time.
“It wasn’t for the neighbors’ benefit, poppet.”
Her chest is moving fast, her breathing rushed. Horny little girl. “That was for me?”
I nod. “All of it. All of this has been for you.” Waving around the room, I end with pointing my finger between her and me. “Now it’s time to reward me for my patience and efforts.”
She steps closer and the sound her heel makes stabs the silence. “You’ve been planning this.”
If only she knew . . . she’d run. My obsession for her runs deep. It’s all-consuming. All-encompassing. All-powerful. All . . . everything.
“Ever since the day you walked through that door.” I point at the one she first came in through, the last one I’d locked, sealing her fate. “Now, don’t make me ask again—take off your shirt and let me see those perfect tits I’ve spent months jacking off to.”
Her breathing heavy, she stares at me like she’s trying to figure out an equation. Her eyes skim my body, making multiple visits to what resides below my belt. When they end on my eyes, her fingers move to her shirt.
She slips the next button free, then the next, until there’re no more left to undo. She never breaks eye contact. I don’t think she even blinks. God knows I don’t. I don’t want to miss a thing.
“Off,” I order when the shirt stays draped over her shoulders, hiding those glorious peaks.
Slowly, she pulls one arm free from her shirt. Then the other, until at last, the blouse spills down her back and floats to the floor. Her arms cover herself at first, but all she needs to see is my jaw going rigid before her arms fall back to her sides. She’s learning. Listen . . . or else.
“Dr. Faraday . . .” she calls in that innocent voice of her. There’s a question in her voice.
“My place. Tonight.”
I tuck my insatiable cock into my pants. “I’m afraid we’ve failed to fully meet his needs with our session this afternoon, so we’ll have to try again later.”
I wait her for to agree. Her body tells me everything I need to know, but still, I want her to nod. She does, her shoulders slumping in defeat as I pull a fresh shirt from my briefcase and button it on. Even after I’ve forced orgasm after orgasm from her, riding her hard, I can tell she’s still wound tight. Still needy. Still greedy for my body and what it does to her.
After tucking in my shirt, I smack her ass as I pass behind her. She barely flinches, instead almost sinking into my palm, welcoming it to strike her soft cheek again. I give her what she wants.
“I’ve taken every part of you in the time we’ve been allotted, but tonight . . .” My fingers run down her cheeks, pausing to circle where I’m planning on having my fun tonight.
Her hips pitch back, giving me better access, and right before I free my cock to take her back there now, I pause long enough to take a breath. Tonight. Something to look forward to.
When I can take as much time as I want.
Giving her ass one last slap, I lower my mouth to her neck. Unable to resist, I suck her delicate skin like I played with her nipple earlier, until she’s arching her back and her tits are pointing at the ceiling. When I release her, I smile at the mark already starting to bruise her neck. Mine.
“Good-bye for now, poppet.” I run my fingers through her ponytail on the way to my briefcase.
After jogging up the stairs, I pause when I reach the door, unable to leave the room without admiring her from this vantage. She’s still on the table, knees spread, wrists bound in front of her and forcing her massive chest to spill over her arms. The evidence of our fucking is still dripping from her, and her skin is flushed from the things I’ve done to her body. Her muscles and limbs are exhausted from the things I’ve made her do. Her nipples look well-suckled, the mark on her neck is spreading, and she’s staring at me in a way that makes my inner demon gloat. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I could ever want. And she’s all mine.
What am I doing? That’s all that keeps repeating through my head. Why didn’t I run? Why didn’t I leave when I had the chance? He was willing to let me escape. Why didn’t I? The questions keep storming through my mind, but I know the answer. I’ve wanted Luke Faraday from the first day I saw him. I’ve wanted him, and now that I know he wants me too, I can’t walk away.
Even though he scared the shit out of me at first with all that domineering and locking of doors, now I know he’s in on my little secret. I’ve been spying on him for weeks now. He was right—I did touch myself in my car, watching him strip, watching him do much worse . . . just thinking about his naked body, his hand shuttling up and down his cock in front of the window at night . . . my body responded like he’s actually inside me. He knows about my obsession with him . . . but I know about his obsession with me.
Going through my medical files at the campus medical building? If it isn’t illegal, it’s grossly unethical. Not to mention his comment about marking my chair with his cum after the first day of class. Picturing him doing it, thinking about how I slid into that cum-marked seat the next day makes my nipples harden. He doesn’t miss it. He’s practically gloating, his eyes staring greedily at my tits, knowing what he’s doing to my body. Knowing that despite my best attempts to convince him otherwise, my body is priming itself for him, welcoming him closer, inviting him to take me.
I eye the door one last time—my body even angles toward it—but then I accept my fate. I’m not leaving. I don’t want to. Whatever dark urges he’s driven by, no matter the insatiability of his appetites, I’m his. I always have been. From the time I first entered this room and fell into his web, I’ve been caught. He’ll have to throw me through that door before I leave it. My hand moves down my skirt, slips under the hem, and moves up my wet inner thighs. H
e reclines back into his chair, wetting his lips as he watches the show I’m giving him. Now that I’m resolved, my inhibitions are gone. Now that I’ve committed to my fate, I’m driven by my desire for him, unable to think of anything but our bodies joining. I slide a little closer to him before touching myself. I’ve gotten to watch him get off a couple of times already—it’s only fair he gets to watch me. He’s got the goddamn front row seat to the show, so I might as well make it a good one.
About the Author
Kat Austen is the secret pen name of a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author. Kat writes short and steamy reads that leave hearts (and other parts) satisfied.
Many thanks to Ardent Prose PR for an advanced review copy.