Chapter 8: Bound by Desire

Regulus's heart skipped a beat as Mr. Blackwood's lips hovered mere inches from his, the tension between them almost palpable. But instead of a kiss, Mr. Blackwood's voice whispered against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "Remind daddy how old you are, baby." Regulus's voice trembled as he replied, "10." The word felt like a surrender, a reminder of his vulnerability in this situation. Mr. Blackwood's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement as he breathed out, his chest rising and falling with a slow, deliberate movement. "Such a nice, young, tight body," he murmured, his gaze roving over Regulus's form. His knee began to bounce up and down, a subtle movement that belied the intensity of his gaze. Regulus felt a flush rise to his cheeks as Mr. Blackwood's eyes lingered on him, his body seeming to grow younger and more fragile under the man's scrutiny. He tried to look away, but Mr. Blackwood's hand on the back of his head kept him in place, his gaze trapped. As Mr. Blackwood continued to bounce his knee, Regulus felt a growing sense of unease. There was something unsettling about the man's excitement, something that made Regulus wonder what he had gotten himself into. But at the same time, a part of him was drawn to Mr. Blackwood's intensity, to the way the man's eyes seemed to burn with desire. Regulus's body seemed to respond of its own accord, his nipples hardening and his skin prickling with goosebumps. He felt like a puppet on strings, his movements and reactions controlled by Mr. Blackwood's subtle manipulations. As the silence between them grew, Regulus couldn't help but wonder what Mr. Blackwood would do next. Would he take Regulus to his bed, or would he make Regulus wait, teasing him with promises of pleasure and pain? Whatever happened, Regulus knew that he was bound to Mr. Blackwood, trapped in a web of desire and submission.