"A Breakfast of Indulgence"

"Let's go have breakfast, baby girl," Mr. Blackwood said, his voice low and husky as he offered Regulus his hand. Regulus took it, feeling a spark of electricity as their palms touched. He followed Mr. Blackwood out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the dining room. The table was set with a lavish spread of food, and Regulus's eyes widened as he took in the sight. There were pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, and sausage, all arranged on platters and serving dishes. Mr. Blackwood led Regulus to the table and began to set their plates. Regulus watched, feeling a sense of anticipation, as Mr. Blackwood expertly portioned out servings of each dish. When their plates were full, Mr. Blackwood gestured for Regulus to sit down. Regulus complied, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness. Mr. Blackwood sat down across from him, a smile on his face. "Dig in, baby girl," Mr. Blackwood said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Regulus picked up his fork and began to eat, savoring the flavors of the food. He tried a bite of pancake, then a bite of egg, and finally a piece of bacon. As he ate, he felt his hunger and appetite growing. When he reached for the uncut sausage, Regulus felt a sudden shift in his desires. He didn't want to eat it in the usual way; instead, he wanted to indulge in something more primal and instinctual. He picked up the sausage and brought it to his lips, feeling a surge of excitement and anticipation. As he bit down on the sausage, Regulus felt a sudden urge to succumb to his desires. He wanted to gag on the sausage, to feel it stretching his mouth and throat. He began to move his head, the sausage sliding in and out of his mouth as he struggled to control himself. Mr. Blackwood watched, his eyes fixed on Regulus with a look of intense interest. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Let go, Reg. Indulge in your desires." Regulus felt a rush of pleasure and excitement as he gave in to his urges. He gagged on the sausage, feeling it hitting the back of his throat and threatening to make him choke. But he didn't stop; instead, he kept going, moving his head and mouth in a rhythmic motion as he succumbed to his desires. As he finally pulled away from the sausage, gasping for air, Regulus felt a sense of satisfaction and release. He looked up at Mr. Blackwood, who was watching him with a look of approval and desire. "You're a good girl, Reg," Mr. Blackwood said, his voice low and husky. "I'm so proud of you."