Chapter 38: Unbridled Passion

"Carry on, baby," Mr. Blackwood says, his voice low and husky, as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Regulus's face. "Keep going." His words hung in the air, a challenge and an encouragement, as Regulus struggled to catch his breath. Regulus's chest heaved, his lungs burning from his exertions. He gazed down at the sausage still clutched in his hand, now smeared with his own juices. The sight sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over him. Mr. Blackwood's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement, as if he was enjoying the show. "You're not done yet, Reg," he said, his voice dripping with seduction. "I want to see more." Regulus's face burned with embarrassment, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own. He began to rub the sausage against his crotch again, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. This time, however, he was more deliberate, more focused. He moved his hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, as if savoring the pleasure. The room around him melted away, leaving only the sensation of the sausage against his skin and the hungry gaze of Mr. Blackwood. He felt himself becoming lost in the moment, his body responding to the stimulation. As he moved, Regulus's thoughts began to fragment, his mind consumed by the pleasure. He was aware of Mr. Blackwood's eyes on him, but he couldn't look up. He was trapped in his own little world, a world of sensation and desire. The sausage slipped through his legs once more, leaving a trail of moisture on his panties. Regulus moaned softly, his body trembling on the verge of release. Mr. Blackwood's eyes flashed with desire, and he leaned forward, his voice a low whisper. "That's it, Reg. Let go. Give in to your desires." Regulus's response was a muffled cry, his body jerking as he climaxed once more. The room seemed to spin around him, and he felt himself dissolving into a sea of sensation. This time, however, he didn't come back to reality. He was lost in the moment, consumed by his own desires. As the waves of pleasure washed over him, Regulus became aware of a new sensation - his own hand, still clutching the sausage, moving of its own accord. He was rubbing the sausage against his crotch again, the friction sending shivers down his spine. Mr. Blackwood's voice was the only thing that brought him back to reality. "Keep going, Reg," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'm not done with you yet."