Aries (The Erotic Zodiac Book 6)

by Livia Lang

  Aries

  Livia Lang

  Contents

  Copyright

  Foreword

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Epilogue

  Also by Livia Lang

  About the Author

  © Copyright 2016 Livia Lang

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, or to any actual events is purely coincidental. Please respect the author’s work and do not make any unauthorized copies or distributions.

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  Foreword

  Aries (March 21st-April 19th)

  People born under this sign tend to be energetic and turbulent. You need someone with a strong hand and lots of discipline to help tame the impatient fire within you!

  1

  Professor Felix Harver scribbled wildly on the chalkboard, sending dust flying in every direction. He was halfway through his lecture on the anatomy of the penis and had managed to keep the class from giggling like a pack of hyenas the whole time. Which, considering the amount of freshman in the audience, was a remarkable feat. He could hear a couple of football players in the back talking about their own girth, in no doubt exaggerated terms, but other than that the class was actually being attentive.

  He clapped the dust off of his hands and turned back to the room. The lecture hall was packed. That was the best part of teaching Introduction to Human Sexuality; you never had to worry about an empty room. Nothing interested college kids more than sex.

  "Any questions?" he asked, leaning on his podium.

  He scanned the room, looking from face to face. A quiet kid in the front row was working up the nerve to raise his hand by the look of it, and several girls in the back were giving Felix longing stares. He gave them a wink, and laughed to himself as they began to titter. He enjoyed the reputation of being the 'hot young professor' in the department, and couldn't help teasing the love-struck coeds.

  The classroom door opened loudly, causing him to turn in surprise. As soon as he saw who it was, annoyance flooded him. Annoyance and primal lust.

  In walked Victoria Bend, her high heels clicking loudly on the floor. With her auburn hair, tight black shorts, and loose t-shirt, she invaded the room. Every eye was on her as she flounced down the aisle, right to the front row. Her curvy hips moved seductively as she walked, and her dark brown eyes flashed with defiance.

  "Ah, you decided to join us, Ms. Bend. Pity you only made it to class with five minutes left," Felix said dryly.

  She gave him a surly expression as she sat down, crossing her legs dramatically. God, she drove him mad with her pouty lips and complete lack of respect. He wanted to fuck that smug look right off of her face, coming in her until she begged him to stop.

  "Sorry, Prof, something came up," she said, running a hand through her hair. "You know how it is."

  He gripped the edge of his podium tightly, glad it was blocking the lower half of his body. Whenever Victoria was in the room, his cock had the unfortunate tendency to stand at full mast. Something about the girl drove him wild. He had spent hours rubbing himself in his office, imagining her bent over his desk, or letting him titty fuck her on the floor. He could teach an entire lecture about the twisted fantasies she brought to his mind.

  The lecture. Crap, he was supposed to be teaching and not staring at her.

  "Try to be here on time in the future, Victoria. Tardiness will affect your grade," he said sternly, attempting to save face. "Now, did anyone have any questions?"

  Felix spent the next few minutes answering questions about the upcoming test. When he finally had control over the bulge in his pants, he dismissed everyone from the class. As the kids grabbed their stuff, he turned to the chalk board, quickly wiping everything away.

  He listened to the door open and close repeatedly as the kids filed out. Silence filled the room, and he sighed deeply. It had been a long day, and he was ready to get back to his office. There was filing to do, a bit of reading for his next article, and then maybe he could take care of the pent up frustration in his dick.

  He turned around at last, ready to leave, and was surprised to find someone standing there waiting for him.

  Victoria.

  "Ms. Bend, do you need something?" he asked, leaning on a nearby table.

  She sauntered closer, fluttering her big eyes at him. God, she was even better up close. She had the faintest hint of freckles across her nose, and he wanted to kiss every one. And those lips - so soft and full looking.

  "I wanted to talk to you about my grade."

  There it was. They always did this. The first month of class students would fuck around and not do any of the reading or assignments. They'd realize a test was coming up, then they'd come in asking for extra help and extra credit. He was rather disappointed she’d act like all the other lazy students he’d dealt with before her.

  "Victoria, I clearly stated my policy in the syllabus. Although I doubt you read it." He shot her a stern look. "I don't give out extra credit. If you want to pass this class, you need to show up on time and do your work."

  "But Professor!" she cried out, doing a pouty little hop that made her boobs jiggle.

  "No." He knew he had to get out of there. The way she looked right then was making his cock ache again. Wicked ideas were forming in his head, and she was too tempting to be alone with.

  "They'll throw me off the cheerleading team! I won't be able to cheer in the game this weekend unless you sign off on my grade report and say I'm doing okay."

  "Not my problem," he ground out. He grabbed his bag off the chair and flung it over his shoulder. He would be out the door in seconds, away to safety.

  "I'll do anything," she said, her voice throaty and low.

  He paused, letting his bag drop. His back was to her, but he could feel her dark eyes boring into him. Those words would be his downfall, he knew that. How could a man resist such an offer, especially from the sexiest, most infuriating woman he had ever seen?

  "Anything?" he asked carefully.

  There was a long pause between them. Unsaid words flashed through the air, sending sparks across the room. A line was about to be crossed, Felix could feel it. And once he was over that line, he had no intention of going back. He couldn't give in to dark desires just once.

  "Anything," she said firmly.

  He turned, a wolfish smile spreading across his face. "Ah, that might be a mistake, my dear," he said softly.

  He walked back over to her, so close that their bodies almost touched. The smell of her strawberry body lotion filled the air, and he drank it in greedily. He had never allowed himself to get within a few feet of her, but now he could practically taste her. His cock surged in his pants.

  "I don't know if you can handle what I want," he said, running a hand down her arm.

  She shivered slightly, but continued to stare up at him with her bratty expression. "Are you expecting a blow job or something?"

  Part of him knew that leaving the room was the right thing to do. He should grab his stuff, leave her impertinent little ass behind, and save his career. But looking into her eyes, falling into their chocolate depths, was preventing him from making the smart choice. Instead, he was going to make her his. In every conceivable way.

  "To start with. But saving your grade will take a lot more than that."

  She looked at him suspiciously. "Like what?"

  "Forty-eight hours. You will be my personal little slave for the next two days. If you behave and do everything I ask, th
en you'll get the signature you need. If you don't, well, you won't be doing any cartwheels at games for the rest of the semester."

  "That's crazy," she hissed.

  She was trying to be mad, he could tell. There was a flash in her eyes, though, of something else. A spark of interest and desire flared up, and she licked her lips unconsciously.

  "This is a class on human sexuality, and any extra credit will deal with that topic," he said, smirking at her. "And I plan to make sure you know the material very, very well. You think you’ve learned something about sex because you let those football players rut into you in the back of their car? Please, those boys probably haven't even made you come." Her face fell slightly, and he knew he had scored a point. "I'll show you pleasure like you've never known, and teach you how a real man makes a woman scream. Forty-eight hours. That's all it'll take."

  "When would it start," she said softly, her breathing becoming more rapid. She was getting turned on, no matter how hard she was trying to fight it. “Not that I’m interested.”

  "Right now." He grabbed his watch and hit the stopwatch button. "Now, get on your knees or prepare to take the failing grade."

  She stood there silently, conflicting emotions warring on her face. Biting her lip, she took a long look at his crotch, but she didn't obey his order.

  "Do you want your extra credit or not, Victoria?"

  She nodded at last, falling to her knees. Reaching up with tentative hands, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

  "Suck my balls like you mean it," he said thrusting his hips in her face.

  Ever so gently she wrapped her pouty lips around one of his globes. She ran her rough tongue along the sensitive skin, using her whole mouth to massage him.

  He groaned and allowed himself the luxury of running his hands through her lush hair. He had daydreamed for weeks about how sweet her mouth would feel, but the reality was twice as good as his fantasies.

  She let his ball fall from her mouth with a pop. The unexpected noise made her giggle softly, and Felix's heart jumped. Her apprehension was fleeting and he could tell she was beginning to enjoy herself. That fact only made him harder.

  He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her mouth to the head of his cock. She needed no further prompting, opening her mouth wide. His hand held her in place while he thrust in and out of her mouth, fucking her face like it was the tight little hole between her legs that he wanted so badly.

  However, it wasn't time for that yet, no matter how much he longed for it. He wanted to savor every part of her on its own, so for now he concentrated on feeling her hot, wet lips wrapped around his pole. He loved how she hummed in pleasure, the vibrations making him shiver as he plowed into her throat. She was eager and dirty, everything he had thought she'd be. And he wanted to make sure she stayed that way for him and only him.

  As the pressure built in his balls, he pulled out of her mouth. Rapidly jerking his cock, he brought himself to climax in front of her, spraying her face with his milky white cream.

  Her mouth opened in surprise as he covered her, marking her as his. When he at last finish, she moved to wipe some of it off, but he quickly corrected her.

  "No, Victoria. Leave it there on the long walk to your car. I want everyone to know that you are all mine."

  "You are a madman," she whispered, the lust thick in her voice.

  "You've driven me completely mad with that tight body and sassy mouth all semester. And I think you rather like what you've done to me, don't you?"

  He pulled her to her feet and ran his hand between her legs. Her core was absolutely wet, her tight jeans doing a poor job of hiding how aroused she was. He smiled to himself - he had known she'd be the type of girl who secretly wanted to be controlled in the bedroom.

  "All that naughty back talk was just a way to get my attention, wasn't it?" he said softly, rubbing her crotch with his hand.

  She moaned and bucked her hips into his hand, need written all over her face. Before she got too far, however, he pulled back. She made a sound of deep frustration, looking at him angrily.

  "Don’t forget that you are being punished here. Now, you'd better get home. I'll see you in my office at eight tomorrow morning. Don't be late," he added sternly, slapping her ass as he pushed her toward the door.

  She grabbed her things and gave him a final dirty look before heading out the door. She looked horny, frustrated, defiant, and pleased all at once. Felix had no doubt she'd be there in the morning - she wanted it as badly as he did.

  2

  Felix sat in his office, impatiently watching the clock. He had arrived early, at half past six, not wanting there to be any chance of missing Victoria's arrival. It was now seven fifty and his patience was almost expired.

  "She'll make it," he muttered, looking at the clock for the fifth time in a minute.

  He was afraid he'd pushed too hard, too fast the day before. His desire got the best of him and he had been rougher than he’d intended for their first meeting. There was just something about her petulance that turned him into an animal. When she was looking at him with her big eyes, dripping with rebellion, he had wanted nothing but to mark her as his own.

  She'd enjoyed it, though. There was not a doubt in his mind. The way her brown eyes had burned into his as he sprayed himself all over her face had been proof of that. She was wild and hot, needing a firm hand to guide her. When he had shown his authority, happiness had radiated off her - whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not.

  At seven fifty-five there was a light knock at the door. Victoria opened it slightly and stuck her head in.

  "Are you ready for me, Professor?"

  "I've been ready for you since the moment I woke up," he replied, his cock already twitching to life at the sound of her voice.

  She came in slowly, her heels clicking loudly on the wooden floor. She had dressed to impress. A short white skirt barely covered her lower body. The fabric was just sheer enough to let him know she was wearing pink flowered panties underneath. Her top was a loose black tank top with a tube bra underneath. There was plenty of flesh on display, and from the way she was batting her eyes at him, she knew how desirable it made her.

  "Turn around slowly," he said, adjusting himself slightly. The door snapped shut behind her, leaving them alone and hidden from any wandering eyes.

  She slowly shimmied her hips, twirling around. She moved like a dancer, her lithe body finding a sensual beat only she could hear. Felix watched her, getting lost in the way her body swayed.

  "Like what you see?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow. "I would hope so, considering you are committing blackmail for it."

  "Ah, are you going to get on your moral high horse? After you were the one who so sweetly tried to bribe me with a blow job?" Felix shook his head. "My dear, you're a hot mess who has no right to judge anyone. It's about time that someone smacked some sense into you."

  "Hmf," she sniffed disdainfully. "And just how do you intend to do that?"

  "By taking you down a peg or two. Now, why don't you strip that clothing off?"

  She looked to the door, biting her lip. "What if someone walks in? I'm willing to go to great lengths to get my grade up, but it'll all be for nothing if I end up caught and expelled by another teacher."

  "Well then lock the door first." He put his hands behind his head and waited patiently for her to move. "I shouldn't have to think of everything. You're a smart girl. Too smart of a girl to be skipping class and throwing away her grades, in fact."

  Avoiding his eyes, she locked the door and came back to stand in front of him. She grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it up in one fluid motion. It left her tanned, flat stomach completely bare. As she moved, the muscles shifted and tensed, giving her the washboard abs of a supermodel. Felix nodded his approval and signaled for more.

  "All the way off," he reminded her softly.

  She pulled down her skirt, kicking it aside with practiced ease. Felix could see that this definitely wasn'
t her first time stripping for a man. This was especially apparent in her lack of embarrassment.

  "How many players of the football team have you done this for?" he asked, grinning cheekily at her.

  Standing in just her panties and tube bra, she gave him another annoyed look. With a huff, she turned around and slid her panties down, revealing her perfectly firm ass. It was so tight Felix was tempted to bounce quarters off of it. Or spank it until it turned cherry red. The last piece of clothing to come off was her bra. With her back still turned, she pulled the tight fabric over her head. Only once she was completely bare, did she finally face Felix at last. Lifting an eyebrow impertinently, she propped her hands on her hips.

  "I hope I meet your expectations. Especially since you are probably going to get fired over this."

  Felix whistled softly as he took all of her in. Her heavy tits were mouthwatering, and he eyed their pink nipples while licking his lips. Below them, her waist curved in at an almost impossible angle; she was nearly lean enough for him to fit his hands around. Her hips flared out much wider though, having the womanly shape he craved.

  Between her legs he could make out the soft, bare lips he had dreamed about so often. Fully waxed, she could hide nothing from him. The sensitive folds he intended to play with until she screamed was right there in front of him, teasing his control.

  "Fired? I doubt it, not with tenure anyway. Besides, if the dean caught wind of our little game and complained, I'd just show him how gorgeous you look naked and he'd immediately understand. You are like a work of art - a body that could be made into a statue."

  Victoria's cheeks colored slightly when he called her gorgeous, and she looked at him with a new expression. With a pang, Felix realized that perhaps no one had ever told her just how beautiful she was. Sure, she might be called 'hot' or 'smoking' by one of the dumb jocks she hung around with, but he seriously doubted they took the time to properly appreciate her.