**Chapter 43: The Dark Side of Ecstasy**

The Dark Side of Ecstasy As Mr. Blackwood's thrusts continued to ravage Regulus's body, something shifted inside him. The pain, which had been a constant companion throughout the ordeal, began to recede, replaced by a warm, golden glow that spread through his veins like honey. It was as if his body had reached a threshold, beyond which pain was no longer possible, and all that remained was pure, unadulterated pleasure. Regulus's eyes, which had been dull and lifeless, suddenly sparkled with a fierce, inner light. His tongue, which had lolled out of his mouth in a limp, helpless curve, began to move, tracing slow, sensual patterns on his lips as he tasted the air. His tits, which had bounced and jiggled with each thrust, now seemed to swell, growing heavy and full, as if infused with a newfound sense of life. Mr. Blackwood, sensing the change in Regulus's body, altered his rhythm, his thrusts growing slower, more deliberate. He seemed to be savoring the moment, enjoying the transformation that was taking place before his eyes. Regulus's face, which had been twisted in a mask of pain, now relaxed, his features smoothing out as he let go of his resistance. As the pleasure deepened, Regulus's body began to respond in ways he never thought possible. His hips began to move, tracing slow, circular patterns as he met Mr. Blackwood's thrusts. His hands, which had been clenched into fists, now relaxed, his fingers extending as he reached out to touch Mr. Blackwood's chest. The older man's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Regulus's transformation. He seemed to be entranced by the young man's response, his face inches from Regulus's as he whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Regulus's ears, which had been attuned to the sound of pain, now picked up on the subtle vibrations of Mr. Blackwood's voice, and he felt a shiver run down his spine as he listened. As the moments ticked by, Regulus's body grew more and more fluid, his movements becoming a seamless extension of Mr. Blackwood's. The two men were now a single, pulsing entity, their bodies merged in a dance of pleasure that seemed to have no bounds. In this state of heightened awareness, Regulus felt a sense of freedom he'd never known before. He was no longer a victim, no longer a mere puppet on strings. He was a willing participant, a partner in this twisted dance of pleasure and pain. And as he looked into Mr. Blackwood's eyes, he saw a glimmer of recognition, a sense that the older man saw him, truly saw him, for the first time. The world narrowed to a single point, a vortex of pleasure that threatened to consume them both. And in that moment, Regulus knew that he was lost, lost in a sea of sensation, with no shore in sight.