**Chapter 9: Tangled in Desire**

"Tangled in Desire" Mr. Blackwood's fingers gently brushed against Regulus's dark black curls, sending shivers down his spine. "How do you feel, baby girl?" he asked, his voice low and soothing. Regulus felt a flush rise to his cheeks as he met Mr. Blackwood's gaze. He wasn't sure how to respond, his emotions tangled in a mess of desire and uncertainty. He looked down, his eyes drifting to the floor as he mumbled, "I...I don't know." Mr. Blackwood's hand continued to stroke his hair, the gentle touch sending waves of calm through Regulus's body. "You like your pretty little dress, baby doll?" he asked, his voice full of curiosity. Regulus's eyes flicked up to meet Mr. Blackwood's, a hint of defiance sparking within him. He didn't like being called baby doll, it made him feel like a plaything, a toy for Mr. Blackwood's amusement. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the way the dress made him feel - soft and vulnerable, yet somehow also protected. He looked down at the dress, the white fabric seeming to glow in the dim light of the room. It was a child's dress, with intricate lace and a full skirt that fell to his knees. Regulus had never worn anything like it before, and he couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. "I...I suppose it's nice," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. Mr. Blackwood's eyes gleamed with excitement as he leaned in closer. "Nice?" he repeated, his voice full of amusement. "I think it's perfect, baby girl. You look adorable in it." Regulus felt a blush rise to his cheeks as Mr. Blackwood's fingers continued to stroke his hair. He wasn't sure what to make of the man's words, or the way he made him feel. Part of him was drawn to Mr. Blackwood's affection, while another part of him was screaming to get away. As he looked up at Mr. Blackwood, Regulus saw something in his eyes that made his heart skip a beat. It was a look of possession, of ownership, and it sent a shiver down Regulus's spine. "Come with me, baby girl," Mr. Blackwood said, his voice low and husky. "I want to show you something." Regulus felt a surge of trepidation as he followed Mr. Blackwood out of the room. He wasn't sure what to expect, or where they were going. All he knew was that he was trapped in a web of desire and submission, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to escape.