1800, New York.

The president was at that time Thomas Jefferson, and there was a family who was a few levels bellow his, they were known as the Grand Duke's family, although that period had long ended.

They were nevertheless related by blood to the last Grand Duke, who died.

They made money through tobacco, although it wasn't their hard work, they still had reputation in the country.

The family's leader, known as Duke James, had heard that an auction was going to take place, so he quickly got in the carriage and went to it.

The auction wasn't for objects, but for humans; or slaves.

His daughter's birthday was coming up, and he was waiting to give her her present; her first personal slave.

They had many in the mansion, but none were hers. Who knew what she'd do with one, but the thought of seeing her happy made her father's blood boil with excitement.

When he arrived, he rushed towards the auction hall and sat down.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen," the host started to speak. "Today's auction is quite special, and that's exactly why we have special items. We have collected kids, and kids only. Fetishists or else, I'm glad you came here, and let the auction begin!"

A man was walking the chained kids, who were scared out of their wits.

"This is the first group, fine and healthy. They're aged from 10 to 15, and have quite strong bodies. May the gentlemen bid their prices!" the host shouted, and soon enough, the auction was filled with excitement.

They kept yelling numbers until the kids were gone, and some bidders as well.

Then, a man walked a group of younger kids in.

Most of them were scared, but one wasn't.

Duke James kept staring at that boy; who'd caught his interest. Not only was he not scared, he even looked like he couldn't care less about what was happening.

He was handsome even though small, and had a pair of beautiful, steel blue eyes. They complimented his skin color quite well.

The bidding, as the one before, started by putting the child in question in front of the others. The host did just that, and put a scaredy cat first.

People were going crazy over him, because he was even smaller than the ones before.

"Ladies and gentlemen, an 8 year old boy. May the bidding start!" the host shouted, and the men and women kept saying numbers.

Finally, one won the little fellow, and they put the second child in front.

"People, this little guy is very obedient and extremely young; only 6 years old. Not only that, he's the most handsome one yet!" then, he grabbed the little one's face and looked at the people.

"Imagine this cute face moaning under you in pleasure or pain... Ah, even I am getting goosebumps! I know he isn't showing any emotion right now, so we shall prove to you that he's not a mute, and also how cute he can be! Bring me the whip," he said, and soon, a young man gave him a small whip.

The host pushed the little one on the ground, and gave him a small whip.

"Ah!" the boy shouted in pain, lifting his head.

After hearing his voice and seeing his reaction, everybody went crazy; ladies and gentlemen alike. They all wanted him.

They started to bid, until the heard a man say:

"5000."

Everyone fell silent.

Who was this crazy man, bidding so much? Well, it was none other that the Duke James himself, but no one knew.

Needless to say, he won the child.

In the carriage, the man smirked at him.

"Why so grumpy? You're gonna be my daughter's present, so I want you to look as good as possible. Now tell me, what's your name?"

The boy looked at the man, expressionless.

"Abraham."

They both remained silent after that, until they reached the Duke's mansion.

He took the little boy to take a bath, and then let him sleep with the other slaves.

The next morning, Duke James came in the room.

"Hey you, come here," he said to Abraham, and the latter rushed to him.

"The rest of you better be ready for her birthday before I come back," he said, glaring at the rest. He then took Abraham out and put him in a box.

All the people were busy preparing for the birthday and soon enough, they were done.

A slave went to wake the Duke's daughter up, and she ran downstairs.

" Papa!" she shouted, jumping on him.

He lifted her up and kissed her cheek.

"Happy birthday sweetie," he said gently.

She asked him where her gift was, but he didn't allow her to know that before having a party.

They had it, she ate the cake, and asked her dad again.

"Follow me," he said, holding her hands.

She followed him into the mansion, entering his study.

He let her sit on his lap, on the desk's chair, and only then did she notice a big gift.

Her eyes widened from happiness. She got off her dad's lap and opened it, and what she saw shocked her.

She covered her mouth in disbelief.

He's... So beautiful!

Well, she wasn't the only one surprised. Abraham looked at her in utter disbelief.

Is this HER birthday or MINE? She's so cute!

He blushed, but his espresso skin hid it pretty well.

"Name?" Abraham asked her father, to which he answered: "It's Elizabeth."

He then took her hand, and kissed it. Then, looking into her eyes, he said, "Happy birthday."

She turned red, but was very happy, until she heard her father's voice again:

"Now lick her boots."

Both the kids were stunned by this unreasonable request, so Abraham shook his head in rejection.

"Oh? But that wasn't a question. I said, lick her boots, you slave."

Abraham then looked at him in anger, but what could he do besides refuse?

He still didn't do it, and so Duke James got up and grabbed Abraham by his hair.

He put his face on his daughter's shoe, and demanded again:

"Lick her boot."

When Abraham refused, Elizabeth spoke up: "Papa, I don't want him to..."

But then, her father said: "Young one, you will have no food for the next three days, I'll give you one whip every day as well, until you understand why you're here."

Abraham had a feeling... That he wasn't doing this for his daughter's dignity. He felt like he only did this for himself.

14 Years Later

"Your hair has grown quite beautifully," Abraham gently told the lady sitting in front of him, her back facing him.

He had now grown into a fine young man, tall and muscular. Many girl slaves had fallen for him, since he was incredibly handsome, and the most attractive thing about him were his blue eyes.

"Yes, I suppose so."

The girl in front of him also had grown into a young lady, and she was looking at herself in the mirror of her dress table. Her apricot colored hair reached her back, and it was being brushed by the man she loved. She had a seafoam, A-line dress on, and was ready to give him a surprise.

"Go on the bed," she ordered him.

He flinched slightly at her words, but still went on the bed. Maybe she just wanted to kiss him, like she'd always do.

Sitting there nervously, he was looking at the benyan tree outside the window. He stared at it, and spaced out, but Elizabeth's footsteps snapped him out of it.

Each step she took made his heart beat faster, but he tried to hide it as much as possible.

When she got on the bed, she was atop of him, and he stared at her eyes.

She was also staring at his, she caressed his face and put her forehead on his.

"Your eyes are so charming," she mumbled before putting her lips on his.

She kissed him, and he opened her mouth with his tongue, and started to move it around in her mouth.

Such a sweet and warm taste, he loved it, but he could never trust her enough to close his eyes. They were always open, even though he knew she wouldn't do him any harm.

While kissing, she started to unbotton his shirt, but he was so focused on her taste that he didn't notice.

That is, until she started to take it off. He had it off his shoulders, but it was still on, although his chest was visible.

When he realized what she was doing, he immediately grabbed her hands, and pinned her under him.

"What are you doing?"

What's wrong with this lady? Doesn't she know she can only do such things with her husband? What would happen if her father finds out?

He was worried about her, and still hated that she was touching men's bodies like this. He was jealous... But she got the wrong idea.

That hatred in his eyes, she thought it was directed at her, so she felt her heart ache.

Abraham, in your eyes, am I such a sl*tty woman? You don't even know... That you're the only man that I'd treat like this. I haven't touched any other man, yet you don't understand that, how come?

I just want you to love me... What's so hard about it? I've been trying to get your attention for the past few years kissing you, but you didn't understand that... How can I make you want me if not like this...?

Unconsciously, as she thought this, tears filled her eyes.