Twisted Obsession

28 - Birthday

Lorenzo Vincelli

Luciana lay on my bed, her figure a tantalizing sight. She wore a loose button-up shirt that barely covered her, riding up to reveal her black lace panties and a hint of her ass. The sight was almost too much to bear. I had to rein in my impulses, forcing myself to focus on her words rather than the fantasy playing out in my mind.

"Seriously? You're going to celebrate your birthday with everything going on?" she said, clearly annoyed, as she meticulously painted her nails a dark, seductive red. The color contrasted sharply with her pale skin, and my mind wandered to how good those hands would look wrapped around my cock.

"Are you upset because you didn't get an invitation?" I teased, a smirk playing on my lips. I raised an eyebrow when she didn't immediately respond.

She scoffed before breaking into a laugh. "I did get an invite," she said with a cocky smile, pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. "Your mother sent it." I rolled my eyes. "But honestly, I'd rather eat broken glass than attend your birthday party." She glanced down at her freshly painted nails, her tone dripping with disdain. She impatiently slid her hand under the UV light, unable to wait any longer for her nails to naturally dry.

I finished dressing and reached for my phone, heading towards the door. "Wait, Lorenzo!" she called out, making me turn around. As she got off the bed, her shirt slid up further, exposing more of her enticing curves. I couldn't help but stare. She snapped her fingers, bringing me back to the present. "I was wondering if I could slip out for a few hours?" she asked, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.

"No." I said firmly. "I won't even let you come downstairs to attend my birthday. What makes you think I'll let you go outside for a few hours?"

She frowned, frustration etched across her face as she tried to find a way to convince me. Her anger only made her more alluring, but I turned away, heading into my closet. I retrieved one of my ties and grabbed some duct tape from the nightstand. Luciana watched me, her arms crossed, pushing her perfect round boobs up.

As I approached her, I threw her over my shoulder, and she yelped in surprise. "What are you doing?!" she demanded, struggling against me.

I laid her down on the bed, grabbing both her wrists and pinning it above her head as she squirmed and shouted threats in Italian. I used the tie to bind her wrists tightly to the bedposts, then placed a piece of duct tape over her mouth, silencing her protests. "That's better," I smiled, taking in the sight of her restrained and put in place.

Her muffled cries continued as she tugged at the bedpost and kicked her feet. I peel the duct tape aside and noticed her pierced nipples pressing against the white shirt. "Is this turning you on?" I asked, sliding my fingers down her sternum, brushing between her breasts that were snugly held by her lace bra. Her struggles faltered, her heartbeat quickening under my touch.

I unbuttoned her shirt, pushing her bra over her boobs as bounce softly. I could see her nails digging into her palms as she clutched the tie. I smirked, leaning down to her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla and lavender. As I kissed and nibbled her neck, she tilted her head back, a muffled moan escaping her lips.

"Lorenzo, stop," she moaned through the tape. I ignored her plea, moving my attention to her nipples, now fully exposed. I traced my tongue over one, and she hissed, her body reacting eagerly. I pinched the other between my fingers, sucking and biting as she moaned loudly.

"Oh god," she gasped, her voice trembling with desire.

There was a knock on my bedroom door and then I heard Gianna's voice. "Are you almost ready? Everyone's here and mum wants you downstairs."