Chapter 2

We go to his family's home and I'm nervous because we haven't seen them since over the summer. "It'll be okay." He assures me and takes my hand and squeezes it gently as he drives up the long driveway to his family's country house. It's big and beautiful. It looks old too. It reminds me of the old homes on the country side of England. He doesn't come from old money like me and his family didn't gain its wealth until the early twentieth century. They made their wealth with the rapid increase of realistate in New York City and Boston.

We get out of his car and go inside and its all decorated for the Christmas season. There is a large Christmas tree in the middle of the hall and garland all over the place. It looks like a grand hotel than a home.

The house I grew up with my parents was massive too and on the country side as well. It was in a small sea village and apparently my father owned a lot of the land there. He worked in parliament as a lord and my mother was a lady. Apparently we come from a long line of aristocrats and nobles in the United Kingdom. My aunt ventured from that life and became a doctor. Not a very good one either. Her husband married her for money and status.

I never told Sebastian this. He doesn't know how wealthy I am but he don't need to know just yet. I was born with titles too but I refused them and came here for a new start. My Aunt Frances is married to a duke and is close with the Queen. I remember my father stating when I grow up I will have a duty to the Queen or maybe her son who would be King once the Queen passes. He was very secretive about it too. He knew the royal family personally since because his family has served the royal family for hundreds and hundreds of years. My mother's family wasn't as old money as father was. Her great-great grandfather gained wealth in the industrial revolution hit. They owned one of the oldest toy companies in the country and my mother earned her fortune by just having the sir name. Once she married my father she gained the status as Lady.

"Welcome my son and thank you for coming. I know you would have gone to your mother's but I'm glad you came here instead." A tall muscular mand with graying hair came up to us. It's Mr. Michalis the head of his house and Sebastian's father. A women about the same age as his father with platinum blond hair and a dress not appropriate for her age comes up behind him. She is a cold looking woman like her son is. She is Claude's mother.

"Yeah well she wanted to go to the Caribbean this year and I didn't want to go. Besides she's with her new young boy toy to even pay attention to me." He says. This is the first of heard of his mother. He just says she's flighty and does what she wants when she wants. She is too caught up being a Broadway actress or singer to pay him any mind he said. I never met her but he doesn't speak fondly of her. He does have a great respect for his father though and tries to do everything his says to do except his career choice.

His father wants him to also marry a find woman but that ship has sailed. "Ciel it is nice to see you again." Mrs. Michalis says and smiles at me. She is a governor's daughter and apparently her son is a young senator too for the state of Massachusetts.

I didn't like Claude at all he gives me the creeps and is always staring at me when Sebastian isn't looking. I only spoken two words to him and he just nod his head at me and walked away with his cold shouldered wife. Apparently She was one of the Kennedys and is the great grand daughter of the president John F. Kennedy. It seems that Sebastian's father married into old money and did it for prestige and status.

We go up to a bedroom on the second floor and it is huge with it's own bathroom. I go and sit on the bed and look up at my lover and smile. "So how long has your father and stepmother been married?" I ask when he sits next to me and takes my hand and kisses it.

"Since I was eight years old. Claude was thirteen years old. They tried to have a child of their own since my father wanted them to have an heir to her fortune and he will have a hand in it too but she had trouble conceiving and she was basically told it was a miracle she had her son. My mother didn't want anymore children since she didn't want to ruin her body image as an actress. She was so concerned about being over weight while pregnant she wouldn't eat much and would exercise until she fainted. But like all pregnant women she gained weight and after I was born she took diet pills and had liposuction to get rid of the baby weight. She is all about body image. She constantly would nag at me to work out more and eat right. I'm glad I was born male I can't imagine if she had a daughter. My father was furious and when she refused to have more children they divorced when I was five. When I was a kid she barely saw me unless it was for the cameras and then she would pretend to be the most loving mother in the world. Father didn't like that and kept me with him rather than go to her. He put me in all the prestigious schools in the country and had the best nannies money could buy as well. He didn't parade me out in public just for looks and he taught me a lot about life. I'm closer to him than my mother." He says as he lightly strokes my hand along his face and kissing my wrist and hand as he spoke.

I can see that. I just always wondered why he never introduced me to her. "What about you? What were your parents like before their death? What did they do for a living?" He asks the one topic I try to steer away from.

"My father was a lord in parliament and my mother was a lady as well. They were close to the royal family and served them. My father's family come from a very long line of lords and nobles. They have been serving the royal family for hundreds and hundreds of years. My uncle is a duke and his wife my father's sister is a duchess. My mother's family made their fortune in a toy company in the late 1800s." I answer. I didn't feel saddened by this either.

"Hmm sounds like we both come from wealth. I didn't know you were that well off." He smiles and kisses my wrist and inhales my scent. My eyes close a bit as he does.

"I didn't think it was important to tell you since because I gave up my titles and wealth to live here and start over. Yes I still have the money but it's not a lot anymore. Everything was sold off after their death by my aunt and she took the money to pay off her debts. She also lost a lot of her money from her job because of malpractice lawsuits and she had to pay every penny to them. She wasn't a very good doctor. She tried drain my inheritance but it was sealed until I turned eighteen. Once I did, I took the money and left to get away from her. I have enough for school and to live comfortably for a few years afterwards but it will run out eventually. I don't ever plan to go back to the U.K. so I will start fresh." I say and he nods in agreement.

I haven't told him the worst thing she ever did to me. He don't need to know I was sold to clear up a debt she had when I was seventeen. I didn't even tell Aunt Frances either. I just called her out of the blue and asked if I could stay with them and finish school there and she said of course and it wouldn't be a problem. She knew something happened but never asked either.

I wonder how Sebastian will react if he knew he wasn't my first? And that it was stolen from me? He might think less of me or think I'm disgusting. It took me a while to trust anyone after that and I still have nightmares about it but he doesn't know that. Even when I wake up with a gasp he is still asleep next to me. But I feel safe with him and he chases the nightmares away. Even when we made love the first time, he took my nervousness as to being shyness and it was my first time, which was true it was my first time willingly and it felt amazing. He didn't even hurt me like that man did.

I remember waiting for the pain as he pushed into me and he was so slow and caring that it didn't hurt at all. I held my eyes closed tightly expecting to feel pain but all I felt was pleasure and I relaxed into him. He still has no idea about that incident.

"Are you tired?" He asks as he brushes his hand down the side of my face.

"No. Are you?" I answer.

"Nope." He says smiling widely at me. He leans over to me and kisses me and lays me on the bed. He pulls up my sweater and kisses as moves up my body to find my lips once again. "So beautiful." He says as he parts from me and takes off my shirt too. His long fingers trace down from my collarbone down my chest to my abdomen. He massages his hand there as he looks into my eyes. "Such beautiful blue eyes." He says with a smile.

I start to breathe heavily as his hand travels down further. He rubs the outside of my blue jeans at my straining arousal. My face heat up into a blush as he strokes me from the outside of my pants. He stops and unbuttons and unzips them. He pulls them slightly down along with my boxers and his hand finds my erection. He strokes it up and down slowly and I can't control my panting. My heart pounding in my chest as he does. He leans down to capture my lips in a heated kiss.

"Sebastian please I need you inside me!" I say with so much want in my voice. He nods and pulls his hand away and pulls out lube and a condom as if he was prepared for this. I watch as he undresses quickly and pulls on the condom as well lubing his fingers. He prepares my body for him and he finally pushes into me. I moan loudly as he does. My head grows foggy and I forget everything around me. Even my own name as he thrusts into me slowly at first but then building speed as he goes. I tighten my legs around his hips as he moves into me. He moans and grunts as he feels my muscles tighten around his girth.

He pulls out of me for a second to turn me onto my stomach and my legs off the bed and he fills me again. He moves in deeper as he goes. I turn my face against the soft white comforter as to muffle out my moans and cries of pleasure. He finds my erection again and stokes in time of his thrusts. I lean back my head and he leans over me to kiss me. He finally hits his limit and I do too and nearly scream his name as I do. He pulls out of me and discards the condom as he lays next to me.

"Why do you use them if we are both clean?" I ask as I turn to look at him.

"I know it's just I was always taught to practice safe sex. I know I am your first but you are not my first and I've always used a condom with every man I been with." He says and brushes his hand along my cheek. He goes all the way down my body and grabs my lower cheek and squeezes it. "Although this is the finest ass I have ever had the pleasure to kiss and fuck. It's so perfect and firm. I love your ass." He laughs and leans to kiss it. I laugh too.

"How many men have you been with before me?" I ask in a low voice.

"I think around five all together. But you are my last." He says and assures me I nod and scoot closer to him and cuddle him. He sighs and motions for us to move up the bed and I do. We lay under the thick covers and he wraps his arm around me and we fall asleep.