SEDUCING OUR PRINCESS

(Exclusive Never Before Published Reverse Harem Romance)

 

Chapter 1

 

A hand slides lightly over my thigh, tickling me. My green eyes shoot open in the darkness of the large bedroom. Thomas must have snuck in. The hand travels up slowly, making my skin tingle, with the gentle brushing of his fingertips. A light kiss gently falls on my shoulder and he continues up to my neck. He suddenly stops and pulls back.

"You cut your hair?"

I sit up, lean over, and turn on the lamp sitting on my bedside table on. Thomas stares at me with wide eyes in the dim lighting.

"What? Do you hate it?" I ask, shaking my head, feeling my hair swish back and forth over my shoulders. I had always worn my auburn hair long. Not because I like it long, but because everyone else does. But today was different.

"It was too much to take care of," I sigh leaning back and tracing my fingers in between his. Thomas's boyish face stares at me intently. He is wearing a heavy t-shirt and jeans.

"I mean you still look good, Ariel...It's just different."

"Oh, come on." I roll my eyes and huff out of my nose. "It's not even that short. Lots of women wear their hair this length."

"But what am I supposed to pull, when I'm taking you from behind," he teased, wrapping his hand in my hair and gently pulling my neck. His warm mouth meets mine before I answer. I pull away and let out a sigh.

"You'll just have to get a little bit more creative I suppose." I kiss him back, letting my tongue slide into his mouth. His hands hungrily reach under my dress, and he pulls me underneath him. His hard cock makes it between my legs and thrusts itself deep inside of me. I wish we had spent more time warming up, but after a few moments, it begins to feel good. My legs tighten around his hips. He buries his head in my neck, grunting with each thrust, until he cums, spilling his seed onto my leg.

"Sorry," he says softly, standing up and walking to the bathroom.

"No, don't be sorry," I say quickly, sitting up in the bed. He comes back with a towel and hands it to me. I wipe myself off. He leans back into the down comforter and closes his big round eyes.

"I could just pass right out."

I chew on the inside of my cheek. I was just starting to get warmed up. I didn't want to end things now.

"Well, why don't you stay?" I say softly, leaning down next to him. He lifts himself up off the bed and buckles his jeans.

"I can't tonight, Ariel. You know."

"No, I don't know?" I say, folding my arms.

"I just can't."

He looks at me and then back down at the ground.

"Alright, whatever," I sigh, laying back down on the pillow. I have a completely disappointed with him. He just used me. I shouldn't be surprised though. Thomas is the only person I know who would seduce the Dubois heiress just for fun. I am one of the most sought eligible bachelorettes.

"Hey, you have a good night," he says, as he stands and gives me a light kiss on the forehead.

"I already was," I say back sharply.

"Oh, don't be mad, Ariel," he sighs. "I'll come back tonight - I mean the night after this one - I mean."

"I know what you mean, Thomas," I say, reaching over and turning the light off. I listen as my late night visitor creeps out of the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him.

I don't sleep much the rest of the night. I was doing good until one-minute wonder appeared. I really hope all guys are not like that. I do not know though. I have nothing to compare him too. He is the only one I have ever been with, and we aren't even dating. We never were. Thomas has a weird phobia of commitment. And it never bothered me that we weren't serious. Except, now he has gotten very selfish in the relationship.

It's not like I can just go out and find a bunch of new men either. I roll over in the bed, pulling the pillow over my face to hide it from the moonlight. I live on the island Mooria. I have my whole life, and very rarely have I ever seen anyone really interesting. Thomas isn't even that interesting. His dad is just super wealthy, and it was the first boy my father would let me be alone with when I eighteen. I guess he is right to worry; that is what dad's do. I cringe as I remind myself I am twenty-four and Thomas is the only person I have ever known intimately.

It's eight o clock when my brain finally allows itself to fully shut off and get some sleep; which means, I don't wake up until the afternoon. I hear my mother sticking her head in my bedroom before she says anything.

"Ariel!" she shrieks. I bat my eyes open and see her staring at me intently. This is how I always wake up. I am about to receive a lecture. I really need to get out of here. I sit up on the bed and stare at her green eyes and dyed auburn hair to hide the silver coming in. She looks just like me, except older and a little heavier. I have always had an extremely lithe build, but with prominent curves.

"How on earth are you still sleeping this late?"

"I didn't sleep well last night," I groan, slipping out of the bed and reaching for my bathrobe.

"Was Thomas over last night?" she asks sharply.

"Maybe," I shrug. She gasps loudly as if I had just called her a string of forbidden swear words.

"Ariel," she snaps my name again. "You are twenty-four and the heiress of the Dubois estate. You cannot - CANNOT - be having strange men staying in your room at night."

"Jesus, mom. Thomas isn't strange." I stride past her horrified face and make my way down the hall which enters to the kitchen. The chef says hello, and I nod in return. My mother is following me full force and ready to attack. I can the swishing of her long chiffon dress and clicking of her heels vibrating fiercely.

"Ariel, what is going on with your hair?" she almost screams. Oh yeah. I forgot she has not seen it yet. Awesome. The chef gives me a brief look of sympathy before the woman barges through the door.

"What's up, mom?" I asked the panicked woman. Her chest rises and falls intensely. She might have a panic attack.

"When do you that?" she stutters.

"I think yesterday," I say, keeping my eyes on the protein wrapper. My mother bites her lip and glares at me. I don't need to see it, to know she is staring at me with a hate in her heart for my hair.

"Your grandmother will have a heart attack."

"I don't care. I like it," I say, taking a bite out of my breakfast and walking away from my mother. "That should be enough."

The rest of the day, I spend avoiding the presence of my mother. I am lucky our house is so large. One of the many perks of being the wealthiest family of Mooria. At one point our family ruled the small island, but now the Dubois is really just a figurehead, more like the Queen of England, but not that powerful or cool. My father refers to us as community leaders and developers. We are a proud family with a long heritage, but I really just want to leave and travel the world. There is so much more out there that I have never been able to see before. Every aspect of my life has been controlled.

At dinner, my grandmother stares at me. My father and mother remain silent, sipping on their soups, waiting for the old woman to call me out.

"Ariel," she begins. "I think you look like a man with your haircut."

"Thanks, grandma," I sigh. Here we go.

She nods and continues eating. I guess that really wasn't that bad. But that also could mean more was to come, and she is just sitting silently, plotting her revenge. Whatever. My father should have had a son, then I would be able to do whatever I want. Instead, I have been locked up. For the longest time, I was not even allowed to leave the house, unless I had an escort watching over me.

My father stands after the entree.

"I have a meeting tonight with several other important residents in Mooria. Please do not disturb my office."

I roll my eyes and lean my head on my hand. He looks directly at me.

"Sounds good," I say. "Have fun."

My father nods and makes his way to the office. I look at my mother and grandmother who stare at me.

"What?" I ask, nonchalantly.

My mother shakes her head.

"I don't know where you went wrong, Cynthia," my grandma says. That was very rude.

I stand abruptly then.

"I'm going out to ride my motorcycle," I say.

"Ariel. We talked about this," my mother starts.

"Okay...we didn't talk. You told me you didn't want me riding my motorcycle at night or when we had people over, which is a bit extra, but that's just me."

My mother bites her tongue, and my grandmother shakes her head. They could really benefit from leaving the house too.

"Ariel, when will you learn? When I was your age I already had two children," the old woman scoffs.

I twist on the ends of my shortened hair and walk out of the door to the kitchen. I don't need to hear any more of it. Nothing has changed in the last twenty-four years, and that is not my fault.

I walk toward the garage, through one of the long halls. I notice as I pass the door to my father's office that it is slightly cracked open. Dim light spills out from the room hushed voices discuss things of great importance. I quickly peer in. Five men sit next to my father. They nod; one takes a long drag from a cigar filling the room with heavy smoke. I have to hold back a cough as I lean in closer to look through the haze. These men just came to talk about minor things in Mooria, like businesses or new real estate developments. Boring, monotonous things that make them feel like real leaders.

"And tell me, Louis," my father turns his head, "Would your father agree with matters proposed at hand by Mr. Falcon?"

"I cannot speak completely for my father, but I believe he would support Mr. Falcon's motion. I know I would," a younger sounding voice answers. That's odd. Most of the men my father surrounds himself with are a bunch of old crusties. I lean in closer, squinting my eyes. My heart almost drops out of my chest. A tall handsome man, close to my age sits next to my father. He has silver, white blonde hair, in thick curls that reaches down to the base of his neck, making it looks like it could be a halo amidst the smoke. I can see the muscle definition underneath his dark blue blazer. Which is stunning.

"It is unfortunate your father was not able to join us today," Mr. Falconer says, happy with the young man's support. Louis smiles then flashing a devilish grin. Something about him draws me in.

"I am honored to be here, truly."

His eyes move around the room then suddenly land on mine. My throat closes, and I almost fall back into the hallway. Did he see me? There is no way. I slowly back up away from the door and continue back onto my path to the garage. I quickly make my way down the stairs, passing past family portraits and place a hand on the cold, golden door handle. Then suddenly, a hand grabs my shoulder and yanks me back.

"Ariel, you should really stay home for now," my mother says in a low whisper. I turn around and face the disgruntled woman.

"Mom, please stop overacting," I say. "This is not a big deal."

"Maybe to you it's not, but it is too me."

I chew on my cheek, and we hold each other's gaze while a silent battle ensues between the two most stubborn people in all of Mooria. My gaze suddenly shifts when a tall shadow appears behind her. My mother turns to look, and we both see the handsome Louis descend his way down the stairs.

"I'm sorry, ladies. I was hoping to find the bathroom."

"Oh, beg your pardon. Who are you?" my mother asks. I push past her.

"I can show you," I say as I run up the steps away from her. I keep my eyes on the ground, as I approach Louis Arnold.

"It's just down this hall here," I say, as I start to walk. He follows me to the bathroom door.

"I must have passed it," he laughs, placing a hand on the door. My name is Louis, by the way. I don't think we have ever met."

I stare into his dark brown eyes. He reaches out a hand, and I place mine in it. His lips gently brush my tender skin. It is so light, it almost tickles the back of my hand, and I want more.

"Ariel Dubois," I whisper. He looks like an angel with the blonde hair, but there is something dangerous in his dark eyes.

"So, I suppose the rumors aren't true then," he says.

"What rumors?"

"That the daughter of Charles Dubious is not locked up in her house because she is horribly disfigured."

I am stunned.

"What? Who is saying that?"

He smirks again.

"No, they are wrong. You are quite stunning." His eyes quickly look me up and down. "Its a wonder you haven't been married yet."

"Because I have no care to be married. It's really not a wonder."

"If I had thirty minutes with you; you'd want to marry me."

"I doubt it." I try to sound cool, but my cheeks are burning red from him being so forward.

"Excuse me, Ariel Dubois." My name runs out of his deep voice like smooth syrup. He opens the bathroom door and slides in.

"Well, it was great meeting you," I say under my breath, turning back to the garage. Luckily, this time, my mother was not standing in the way of the door. She must feel absolute mortified one of my father's acquaintances saw us fighting. I feel myself glance back several times to see if Louis will emerge from the bathroom once again. I can't believe he said that. Maybe all men are like Thomas after all, just hungry for sex. Inside the garage, I stare at my matt black MTT Turbine Streetfighter. I got her last year with some money I saved up. I ran my fingers along the leather seat, pulled my helmet over my head, swung my legs over the seat, and started her up. The rumble of the turbine engine filled the garage and hopefully my mother's ears as well. The garage door opens, and the smell of summer mixes with exhaust filled my nose. I zoom down our long driveway and out onto the private road. Now, I am completely free from any rules, parents, or the idea of getting married. I zip down the road, passing cars, letting the wind rip through me over my heavy leather jacket.

I turn down several more streets. The moon is bright tonight, casting its dark light onto the road. I see several deer run past in a hurry, scared by the oncoming motorcycle. I slow the bike down and turn it off. The engine cuts out outside of Thomas' large brick home. I have this flurry of energy wash over me, and I feel like I am almost out of control. I rip my helmet off and throw it on the ground next to the bike.

Thomas opens the front door, and I pounce on him. My mouth finds him instantly, and I kiss him hard. His hands wrap around my waist, and they pull me up and into him. He breaks from the embrace, but my mouth finds his before he can speak again.

"What is this all about?" he asks.

My teeth gently bite his lip and pull.

"I don't know," I say breathily in his ear. "I just really want you to fuck me hard and long like you used too."

I feel his cock stiffen when I tell him my desire.

We make our way into the kitchen, only the dim light of the television fills the room. Thomas reaches down and hoists me up onto the counter. My cunt contracts with the need to feel his cock. He pulls his pants down and his hands reach under my dress pushing my panties to the side. The hard head of his throbbing dick enters me. I let out a gasp at the sensation. He holds my legs up as he thrusts deeper. My bare ass rocks against the cold granite. My eyes close and my head tilts back. But my mind doesn't want to think about Thomas fucking me. Nope. It imagines that it is Louis' hands holding onto my legs, as his cock plows into me. I can't stop thinking about the devilish angel. My clit surges at the idea of the blonde young man, standing over me while inside of me. I cum then fast, my pussy pulses around Thomas, contracting and holding him. My lips part and I let out a loud moan; my legs snap around him, yanking him in. But he fights my grip and thrusts harder. He orgasms after me, pulling his shining shaft out and shooting cum out onto the floor.

We stare at one another. Our chests rise and fall quickly.

"What was that all about?" he laughs, leaning back onto the counter, casually. I slowly close my legs and sit up. My inner thighs stick together. I stare at Thomas again. My image of Louis is completely gone and is replaced with the boyish face I know, and once might have loved.

"Well," I chew on my fingernail as I slide off the counter. "You said you were going to come over tonight. And I didn't want to wait around."

"Oh," he looks over at the clock. "Yeah, I totally forgot."

Just then, the doorbell rings loudly. I jump up, alarmed, and adjust my clothes. Thomas looks at me and then at the door. He slowly buckles his belt.

"Aren't you going to answer it?" I ask.

"Uh - I wasn't expecting anyone."

"Okay? But like you should go answer it."

He stares at me for a long moment. I let out a long sigh through my nose and march toward the door.

"Ariel, wait!" he shouts. I fling it open. A bright-eyed young woman stares at me, with long black hair. She has on a tight black dress and bright red lipstick. I almost laugh at out loud.

"Oh, my god," I say. "This is fun."

"Hi is Tomy here?" she asks in a high voice. I look over my shoulder, and I see a frazzled Tommy standing, with his hand behind his head.

"Uh - yeah...yeah. He is. Come on in."

She stares at me and then walks past me to Tommy.

"Hey, Roxy," Thomas says in ashamed voice.

I stare at them. She wraps thin arms, I could snap, around him. I know I can't be mad; we aren't really even together, but I am. I think I'm more embarrassed, but it doesn't matter.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" I ask.

"Girlfriend," she quickly snaps back, spinning around.

Oh, honey. You poor thing. I raise my eyebrows. Thomas stares desperately at me. I feel myself in a position with all the power.

"This is Roxy," he says.

"Hi, Roxy. I am Ariel Dubois."

Her eyes grow wide.

"They let you out of the house."

I frown.

"Yeah. I leave a lot actually. Cause it's a free world, and I am an adult. I can even fuck whoever I want." I glare at Thomas.

She furrows her eyebrows.

"Okay…"

I sigh and stand in the open doorway.

"Well, I guess I will see you later, Tommy. And Roxy have fun. He's a little spent, so make sure that you pump him a lot." I move my hands in a jerking off motion just for added effect, and before I can get a response, I slam the door.

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

I sit in the television room. My legs drape over the side of the couch. I didn't sleep much. I should have never gone over to see Thomas. I was just so worked up after my encounter with Louis I had to do something. My stomach lets out a loud gurgle, and I make my way to the kitchen, passing my grandmother.

"Are those jeans with holes in them?"

I hear her snap under her breath. I wheel around my heels and look down at my ripped skinny jeans.

"God, I hope they are," I say glancing down.

"Ariel, how would you feel if the prime minister came to the house today looking like a rag doll?"

"Comfortable," I shrug, walking past her in my very offensive ripped jeans and black tank top. My hair is thrown in a messy bun. It doesn't stay as well, now that it's shorter, so pieces fall everywhere. I hear her mumble something under her breath. I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of orange juice. I hear footsteps behind me as my father and grandmother enter.

"Good morning, Ariel," My father says.

"Hey."

"You're up early?"

"Couldn't sleep," I say taking a sip of the tangy drink.

"Well, where did you run off to last night during my meeting? Your mother was rather concerned."

"I just went out for a ride," I shrug, finishing the glass and quickly pouring myself another. My father nods and sits down at the table. My grandmother sits next to him.

"So, how did the meeting go last night, Charles?" his mother asks him.

"Fine. George Hayes' son was at the meeting. I suppose George is getting too old for all of this."

My ears perk up at the mention of Louis.

"What's the boy's name again? Lucifer?"

"God, no mother. It's Louis."

"Ah," she leans back nodding. "I have heard rumors about that one."

I set my glass in the sink and lean in over the counter.

"What have you heard?" I butt in.

My grandmother turns and glares at me.

"That he is a bad influence throughout Mooria. And he and his buddies are up to no good, causing all sorts of problems!" She rests her hands on the table.

"Like what?" I move in next to them and sit across the table.

"Heavens, I don't know. I tend to try my best and avoid such heinous subjects."

My father frowns.

"Come mother. They are just young men who need to find real jobs. They are bored that's all. I found him to be rather intelligent and diplomatic."

I stare at my father. My mind is racing about what kind of person Louis might be. I feel warmness spread through my stomach and quickly down to my clit when I think about the way he looked at me.

My grandmother looks at me.

"It must be something with your generation. They don't want to grow up."

"Oh, stop, Grandma," I say, leaning back.

"Louis has done well for himself," My father adds on. "He has made some wise investments."

My grandmother snorts and stands up quickly.

"It sounds like he needs to get a real job and settle down. Then I might be able to respect him." She waddles out of the kitchen; my father and I look at one another.

"Are we really that bad?" I ask.

"Sometimes," he sighs, "but we still love you all the same."

I smile and head out of the kitchen and outside into the garden behind the house. My mother is obsessive about her flowers and plants. Tall bushes cover the patio in rows with all sorts of flowers blooming about it. I sit down on the bench and let the morning sun ooze its warmness over me.

So Louis is a bad boy? If what my grandmother was saying is true. I could see it; I smile to myself, leaning back on the bench. Would he fuck like Thomas? I don't think so. I imagine Louis would be more aggressive. He could just throw me around. His cock had to be bigger, he was a head taller than Thomas after all.

"Ariel?" my mother's voice rings out. She appears in the garden in a long white dress with ruffles and lace running down the sleeves. A large green sun hat covers her hair and great bug eyes shaped sunglasses mask her eyes.

"Hey," I say, plucking a rose out from the bush, and pulling the thrones from the stem.

"Be careful with those. Those roses came from my mother's garden."

"I know," I say, tracing the soft petals against my face. It feels like Louis' lips.

"I wanted to talk to you this morning." She walks over next to me and sits on the end of the bench. I look up at her.

"About what?"

"You need to really start looking for a husband."

I groan and shut my eyes.

"God, not this again."

"Ariel - I'm serious. I'm worried about you."

"Why?"

"Who will want you when you are old?"

"I don't know, and I don't care."

"Oh Ariel!" she rests her hands on her chest and closes her eyes like she is about to faint. "Do not talk like that."

"Why should I rush finding a husband?"

"Because your biological clock is ticking, and you don't have as much time as men."

I roll my eyes and sit up.

"If someone comes along then so be it, but I am happy with being with myself."

She stands up.

"You need to stop thinking about yourself and start thinking about your father and the family. The Dubois have not come all this way to watch their family name drop because of one selfish girl."

"Jesus, you act like I am the only young person in this family!"

My mother shakes her head.

"You need to start thinking bigger than yourself."

I close my eyes and return to brushing the flower across my face. My mother huffs and then walks back inside of the house. I don't know why they have to be so wrapped up in all this tradition. I don't want to force anything. I want love to find its way to me and hold me close. I want to try all sorts of things and live a little. Am I really asking for too much? Maybe. But I don't think so. At the end of the day, this is my life, not theirs. I sit up. A cool breeze washes over me.