Chapter 13: Entranced

Entranced Regulus felt his heart racing as Mr. Blackwood's words echoed in his mind, the husky tone of his voice sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but shift his weight, his thighs rubbing together in a subtle movement as he tried to alleviate the building tension within him. The soft friction only seemed to heighten his arousal, and Regulus felt a flush rise to his cheeks as he realized what he was doing. Mr. Blackwood seemed to sense his discomfort, a sly smile spreading across his face as he gazed at Regulus's reflection in the mirror. "You're trembling, princess," he whispered, his voice dripping with amusement. "Is it the necklace, or is it something else entirely?" Regulus felt his face grow hotter, his eyes darting down to the floor as he tried to avoid Mr. Blackwood's piercing gaze. But Mr. Blackwood's hand on his hip seemed to anchor him in place, preventing him from escaping the intensity of the moment. "Look at me, Regulus," Mr. Blackwood commanded, his voice low and gentle. "I want to see your eyes when I touch you." Regulus hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. But something about Mr. Blackwood's tone seemed to draw him in, and he slowly raised his gaze to meet Mr. Blackwood's in the mirror. Their eyes locked, and Regulus felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. Mr. Blackwood's eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, his pupils dilating as he leaned in closer to Regulus. The air between them seemed to vibrate with tension, and Regulus could feel his own desire building, his thighs pressing together once more in a futile attempt to sate the ache within him. Without breaking eye contact, Mr. Blackwood reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Regulus's ear. The touch sent shivers down his spine, and Regulus felt himself leaning into the caress, his body craving more. "You're so responsive, princess," Mr. Blackwood whispered, his voice full of wonder. "I can barely contain myself." Regulus's heart was racing now, his breath coming in short gasps as he waited for Mr. Blackwood's next move. He felt like a puppet on strings, his body swaying to Mr. Blackwood's every command. And yet, he couldn't help but feel drawn to the enigmatic man, his desire for him growing with every passing moment.