Bound (Forbidden Series - Book 1) by Melody Anne

bathroom, deciding she needed another shower before she did anything. Just looking at the device made her feel dirty.
                  When she climbed from the shower, the steam hanging in the air, she picked up the toy and applied the lubricant, following the directions that were included in the box. Then, standing before the mirror, she placed the tip of the device at her core and began applying pressure.
                  The pressure of it going inside made her stop. It wasn’t pleasant, not pleasant at all — the metal was cold, too. She tried to pretend it was a tampon. She’d inserted one of those a million times, and this thing probably wasn’t even as large. So it couldn’t be any more uncomfortable, right?
                  It was just so demeaning, dammit. She grimaced as she started to push the foreign object all the way in. But she was so dry. “Come on....you can do this,” she said to her reflection in a strained voice.
                  Gritting her teeth, she pushed harder and, with the help of the lubricant, the toy finally slipped into place, sending a strange sensation through her body. She shifted on her feet, closing her legs together, but with the toy there, it just felt awkward to stand that way.
                  After a few minutes, the foreign sensation subsided and she was left with just a slight discomfort, the sense of having something where it shouldn’t be. Mission accomplished. She moved to the bedroom and searched her small suitcase for something to wear.
                  Once she was dressed, she began walking from her room and made her way down the stairs, the object shifting inside her with each step. Then, to her complete shock and horror, she began to feel an intense arousal as something bizarre happened. She stopped where she was and that’s when she realized that the object was vibrating inside her.
                  When she reached the last step, her breathing grew slightly heavy, and her nipples were hard. If this was how she would feel all day long, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing when Blake took her — even if she did hate the guy.
                  She found another note in the kitchen; he was reminding her to keep the toy in, that he would know if she took it out for even a minute — and he told her she was to use the elliptical trainer, which she’d find in the workout room downstairs.
                  Why? She knew she was considered underweight, but she certainly wasn’t out of shape. She’d been lifting her mother for almost two months, had been fighting for survival afterward for four more months. That last command irritated her, but there were worse things he could ask of her, so she decided not to fight it.
                  Just when she thought she couldn’t take the toy any more, the vibrating stopped, and she slumped against the counter. Was it on a timer? What in the world was this thing and how would he know if she didn’t wear it? She couldn’t risk it.
                  Blowing out a breath of frustration, she took inventory of his fridge to see what he had to offer, then pulled open the freezer and found a carton of salty caramel ice cream. With a smile of defiance on her face, knowing he would despise her choice in breakfast food, she grabbed the carton and a large spoon, then took both to his living room and sat down on the black leather sofa.
                  Popping the top of the brand-new pint of ice cream, she dug the spoon in and took a large bite. She smiled in pure bliss. Heck, the creamy, delicious stuff contained milk and eggs. That, in her book, was a healthy breakfast. The idea of eating straight from the container made her smile as well. She was sure the uptight Blake would be horrified at her manners. But the “meal” and the way she was eating it gave her comfort. Her mother had always called ice