Bound by Seduction: Trapped in His Heat

Cecilia's POV

I will never forget that moment—when Uncle Zachary pushed open the door, saw me trapped on the couch in that humiliating position, and said those words in a low voice:

"Oh? Is this... a new realistic doll?"

In that instant, my world completely shattered.

Thirty minutes earlier, everything was still normal.

"Cecelia, I just got my hands on some new equipment—the most advanced AI headset devices. The experience is absolutely amazing. Want to give it a try?" My sister Jennifer handed me a glass of water, her voice tinged with excitement.

I should have said no right then. If I had known what would happen, I would have absolutely refused. But I was so naive back then.

"Uh, me? I... I don't think I can." I waved my hands frantically, my cheeks already starting to burn.

"Don't be nervous! It's just an AI simulation, not real. I'd really love for you to help me test it out, see how it feels. Would you?" Jennifer leaned in closer, her tone encouraging with a hint of playful pleading. "Just do me this favor, okay?"

Looking back now, that glint in her eyes that I didn't catch at the time—that should have been my warning sign.

I bit my lip, unable to resist her enthusiasm. Though I still had some hesitation, I figured it was just a virtual experience—what could be the big deal?

What a foolish thought that was.

Finally, I nodded. "Okay... I'll try it."

Jennifer patted my shoulder, her face lighting up with a brilliant smile. "That's my girl! Come on, let's go to the experience room."

She led me into a secluded small room in the store. The furniture was simple—just a soft couch and some tools that I thought were just ordinary equipment at the time.

Now I understand those weren't just "tools."

She handed me a black headset with several thin wires attached—those seemingly harmless wires that were about to become my nightmare—connected to a control panel beside the couch.

"Put on this headset. As for your position... just adjust yourself to make the equipment work better. It'll enhance the experience," she said, motioning for me to lie face down with my hips slightly raised.

If I had known what this position meant, if I had known Uncle Zachary would see this scene—

"Like this... is this really okay?" I looked at my position, my face flushing red like a ripe apple. This position was so embarrassing!

"Don't worry, the room is completely private. No one will come in. The AI will simulate a relaxing scene—just think of it as a dream." Jennifer gently patted my back as she reassured me, her tone so gentle.

What a perfect lie.

I took a deep breath, mustered my courage, put on the headset, and adjusted my body into the position she described. I arched my hips high, feeling like a doll waiting to be "positioned."

Back then I only felt ashamed. Now I know the real humiliation was yet to come.

The headset blocked my vision, plunging me into darkness, but soon, as the AI system started up, soft music began playing in my ears.

"Relax, Sissy. Just enjoy it." Jennifer's voice came from beside me. Then I heard her walking toward the door. "I need to go meet with a client. I'll be back in about half an hour. Oh, by the way, Zachary will be stopping by the store later. Could you keep him company for me?"

Thinking about it now, this was all a trap, wasn't it?

"Zachary?" I was stunned for a moment. Zachary Ashford was our benefactor. Though he wasn't our real uncle, he had been supporting Jennifer and me financially ever since our parents died. He was 35, kind and gentlemanly, treating us like family.

But... the thought of him possibly being in the store while I was there felt strange. I didn't know then how accurate that strange feeling was as a premonition.

"Don't worry, he's just stopping by to check in. After the experience is over, just come out and say hello." Jennifer finished speaking, and the door clicked shut with a decisive sound.

The sound of that door locking now seems like fate's judgment being sealed with a stamp.

As the AI simulation began, I gradually relaxed. Ocean waves filled my ears, making me feel as if I were on a tranquil beach. All my shyness and nervousness slowly melted away.

How naive I was, still enjoying this trap.

When the simulation process ended, a notification sound played in the headset. I tried to get up—only to discover I couldn't move.

In that moment, fear flooded through my body like ice water.

Somehow, the headset's thin wires had wrapped around my wrists and waist, securing me firmly to the couch in this humiliating position—my hips still raised high, completely unable to move.

"Jennifer? Are you there?" I called out, my voice trembling slightly. The room was dead silent, no response.

I struggled desperately, but those thin wires were incredibly strong—I couldn't break free at all. Worse still, my struggling caused my short skirt to slip, exposing areas that shouldn't be exposed. Cool air brushed against my skin, and shame washed over me like a tide.

Then, footsteps came from outside.

My heart jumped violently because I recognized that voice:

"Jennifer? Anyone here?"

Uncle Zachary's voice.

My blood seemed to freeze instantly.

The footsteps grew closer. I could hear him looking for Jennifer, knocking on the doors of other rooms. And I, like a trapped deer, could only helplessly wait for disaster to strike.

The sound of the door handle turning.

Light flooded into the room.

Then came those words I still can't forget:

"Oh? Is this... a new realistic doll?"

My heart leapt into my throat, my cheeks burning so hot I thought they'd catch fire.

He… he thought I'm a lifelike doll?!

I didn't dare move or make a sound, terrified of him recognizing me. After all, my current position was beyond mortifying—my skirt had ridden up, exposing so much skin that I looked like one of the "products" on display in the shop.

"Jennifer's shop is really keeping up with the times. They've even got hyper-realistic ones now," Zachary said, his tone laced with curiosity. I heard him take a few steps closer, and then, a warm hand gently touched my calf.

In that moment, my blood ran cold. His palm was dry and firm, slowly sliding upward as if he were genuinely inspecting the texture of a "lifelike doll."

"The feel is so realistic, even the warmth is like a real person," he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with surprise.

I clenched my teeth hard, not daring to make a single sound, my mind a chaotic mix of shame and panic.

If he found out I'm Cecilia, I would never be able to face him again!

But his hand kept exploring, even sliding to the inside of my thigh. Through the thin fabric, I could feel the heat of his fingertips.

"Looks like Jennifer got some high-quality stock this time," Zachary chuckled softly, his deep voice carrying a playful edge.

My heart pounded like a drum, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

What do I do? If I don't stop him, this could get even worse! But I couldn't bring myself to speak, terrified of the unbearable awkwardness if he recognized me.

Just then, I felt his hand pause, as if he were hesitating. Then he muttered under his breath, "Still… something feels off."

My heart clenched.

Did he… did he suspect something?!