Master Class: The Final Lessons

Master Class #9-10

by Raven Jayne

I met Malcolm as my Master.
Cold, charismatic, and obsessive.
I met my husband as the Client.
Warm, charming, and powerful.
Beneath the surface, neither is who they seem to be.
Of course, neither am I.
And now that my lessons are over, it’s time for the student to become the master...

162 pages, Kindle Edition

Published March 2, 2022

Reviews

[Jean · Rating 5 out of 5]

What started out as a dirty little fetish du jour kicked into overdrive and finished up HOT.
full review to come

[Bridget R99 · Rating 5 out of 5]

This is a memorable journey of two people. Both had many lessons to learn. While much of it is a S£#ual journey it is also growth by several of the characters.
Highly recommend.

[Jess Morgan · Rating 3 out of 5]

I can't believe I'm saying this, but... it works. It actually works.

I'm skipping ahead to the last bundle in Raven Jayne's Master Class series because stupid Goodreads offers no mechanism to review the whole series in one shot. Having willingly submitted to a lot of erotic romance in the past several months, I'm happy to report that Mistress Jayne's work has corrected perhaps the subgenre's most insidious flaw.

The flaw in question concerns the attitude of the stock erotic romance heroine. This nonsense started, of course, with Anastasia Steele. Legions of imitators follow in her wake, a horde of ill-informed nobodies in possession of ethereal beauty and curves in all the right places. They begin their arcs with the sexual imaginations of iceberg lettuce and end with the ability to take any other vegetable in any other orifice with the greatest of ease, thanks to the intervention of the right damaged squillionaire. Master Class's heroine has one simple difference: She's actually thought about sex a few times before having it, and she expects to enjoy it. And then she ends up discovering a pleasantly unexpected facet to her enjoyment that makes the rest of her journey feel in character for her. Technically she's going through all this to satisfy a man, but her satisfaction is the story's priority. She doesn't have to get past any queasiness to keep him interested because she doesn't really have that queasiness. She is a sexual being. This alone makes Master Class bizarrely refreshing.



Don't get me wrong: The story is still epically ridiculous. But there's a place for epically ridiculous, and this is certainly it.

Meet Juliette.



Juliette is the daughter of one of those authoritarian rich dudes who views his child entirely as a means to continued and enhanced authoritarian rich dude status. This is just how their social circle rolls: Arranged marriages are the rule for them, not an exception that only exists in bad books. So Juliette doesn't have to be coerced or threatened into hitching up with a stranger. She's as excited about the prospect as a pre-second-wave-feminist Disney princess.

These people are 21st-century Americans. I just want to make that clear.



She is surprised to learn that an entire lifetime of lessons in deportment, foreign languages, cooking, art, music, dance, literature, and whatever else it takes to be a proper society wife isn't over yet. You see, her betrothed isn't interested in breaking in a virgin. Neither are many, many other men in their world, apparently. Daddy Warbucks is so accustomed to this that hubs-to-be is able to require "erotic finishing" of his precious Juliette and get it without a shiver. Not what you'd expect of most fathers.



So off Juliette goes to meet the Master.



No, no. This Master is a purveyor of superlative carnal instruction to only the most discerning of clients. His patented 10-step process will transform your blushing bride into your own personal Riley Reid. And your friends' personal Riley Reid, if you're feeling generous.

The first part of Juliette's process, designed to teach her obedience, mostly involves having an angry Slavic man berate and fondle her at the same time. The second, designed to teach patience, involves having a snooty French man cover her with bodily fluids for the sake of his art. (Never again will I hear the phrase "wax on, wax off" the same way.) We have to wait until the third part before she actually gets fucked. Aren't girls of her status supposed to lose their maidenheads by riding horses or something?



Parts four through eight are all about her letting an increasing number of people do an increasingly freaky amount of stuff to her. Meet the new Juliette.



How does she take all this? Like an absolute fucking champ. Nothing fazes her. You could fuck her with the tail of a komodo dragon while making her wear wet socks and forcefeeding her Arby's, and she'd be in. It would be laughable if it weren't such a welcome departure from other heroines being afraid of their own orgasms.



Just one problem. Although she's been dreaming of her designated groom since she was a wee asset, she doesn't learn his name or face until far, far into the process. By this point she's already fallen hard for the Master, the only person out of the dozens she experiences who can make her really, really climax. Eventually he has to admit he feels the same way and has broken many of his own rules to get at her. For any other client, he'd outsource that part. Not for Juliette. It's actually spelled out why: because she's the bravest of the women he's trained. And I can believe that, if only because she spends much of the books enrobed in a thick coating of spunk.



Like, much of the books. Maybe too much. I never stick around for the money shot, so that really wasn't for me. But here Mistress Jayne demonstrates another improvement over her peers: Her depiction of freaky shit actually gets pretty freaky. Where others are content with open-hand spanks and silk-tie bondage, she gives us multiple orgies, a wide variety of toys, and even some girl-on-girl. It seems she alone recognizes that the romance audience's tolerance for leather-strapped hotness may have gone up.



But all this is building up to something, that something being Juliette's decision between her preselected husband and the Master. You know what tips the balance? Her ability to tell the difference between domination for funsies and domination out of anger and control freakery, and her decision not to wait for the angry one to learn better when the fun one is already there. Thank God.



Master Class does the most you can reasonably expect of Kindle Unlimited erotica: It's an adequate substitute for real porn that doesn't make you want to flush its protagonists' head down a composting toilet. I never thought I'd find it. But here we are.

[Cathy Black · Rating 5 out of 5]

This Erotic story by Raven Jayne did not end like I thought it was going to end but it ended like I hoped it would end, after all it is an erotic fantasy of wealth and sex and opulence. I really liked Charles and how he treated Juliette but who does what he does in the form of training and expect to get the results that he thought he could get but I guess he was wrong because he trained the wrong woman. I finished reading this because I knew that this was an a very interesting erotic story.

[Erica · Rating 4 out of 5]

I Really liked this book a lot. The Malcolm/Juliette relationship is like the exact right balance of cold/obsessive/detached guy who ends up loving her thing I love. Lots of fun A-play. I don't necessarily love all the BDSM and degradation, but I just skim through those parts. What a great unexpected read.

[United Indie Book Blog · Rating 4 out of 5]

Books 9 and 10 of Master Class and I loved both of them. Book 9 is Malcolm’s POV and can I just say wow! I think it’s my favorite out of the lessons.
Book 10 has both POV and I honestly didn’t know how it would end and who would end up together. I’m sad to see it end.

Review by Raychel