Lucas – 16. chapter

A week passed after Lucia left. Then a second. Then a third. Lucas tried to adjust to the new assistant who, while not ugly, was stupid enough. Every day, he noticed the difference between her reactions and the way Lucia had only been playing stupid. He missed Lucia in almost everything. Even though he had to admit one upside. His dick was finally staying down for most of the day again. And that was despite the fact that he still hadn’t brought himself to call a young lady “who charged by the hour.” He liked how Lucia had phrased it back then. Actually, he liked a lot of things about her. In a moment of weakness, he asked HR for Lucia’s private phone number and address, but he didn’t dare use either. It probably wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

After Friday lunch, he dropped into his chair. He laced his fingers behind his head, stretched his back, and noticed a glossy gift on his desk with a letter. He hesitated, then slowly picked up the envelope and opened it. He pulled out an invitation to a party and sighed in annoyance.

Of course. A party. Stupid talk from heavily overworked idiots. Ideally, teetotalers on top of that. Someone should really explain to them what a party actually means. So who am I making excuses to this time?

He didn’t read the details. He only looked for the organizer. It was usually right at the top. This time, it was almost at the end. Lucia Kováčová. He recognized her signature immediately.

He nearly stopped breathing. He stared at the name for a little longer. His heart started pounding, and he began reading from the beginning.

Invitation
Party, Flavors of the Mediterranean
Date, Saturday, August 15, starting at 4:00 PM
Transportation, Strict ban on arriving by car. Taxi number is 16 66. Address is “Lucia Kováčová.”
Dress code, Anything + swimwear.

Rules of the game
I. As always, People, this is a party, not a corporate nuisance. I’ll confiscate phones from anyone I catch using them more than twice. Exceptions only for parents of small children.
II. As always, If you want to bring a partner who hasn’t been to my place before, contact Andy.
Expected attendance, approx. 60 people.

Could this really be true?

He picked up the phone and dialed the number from the invitation.

“Good afternoon, Michal taxi service,” a voice answered.

“Good afternoon. If I asked you for a taxi to the address Lucia Kováčová, what would you tell me?”

“That it’s no problem. But we have the open account for that address listed for tomorrow.”

“I see. All right, thank you.”

“Have a nice day.”

He hung up and leaned back.

Would she really want to see me?

He stared at the box. Grabbed it and quickly tore it open. Under the wrapping paper was a white box labeled CB-6000 Male Chastity Device. He almost choked. Of course he knew what it was. He opened it anyway.

God, please let this be a joke!

No. It wasn’t a joke. A small plastic tube, a few rings, a tiny padlock. A male chastity device.

He threw himself back against the chair, ran a hand through his hair, and stared at the ceiling.

He woke up to a sunny Saturday noon. Hugging a pillow, he stared out the window.

God, do these sheets smell like her, or do I just want them to?

He closed his eyes instead. It didn’t help. The same images kept coming back to him over and over. Her naked body. The arch of her back during her orgasm. The chastity device. The slap. The brutal hangover after it. Her smile. Although that was actually bad, because she had smiled at him the most during those weeks when he wasn’t allowed near her.

He opened his eyes.

“Lamarc, you’re in deep shit!” he said to himself.

His gaze landed on the nightstand. He reached for that already hated white box, opened it, and dumped the contents onto the sheet. He checked the components, and no matter how many times he went through them, he never found the key to the lock.

Little brat. She kept it.

He got up and went to the bathroom. Basic hygiene. Two releases of tension. And thoughts about exactly how he wanted to get it off if Lucia’s rules of the game didn’t seem manageable. He turned off the water.

Fine. You don’t want to be without her. So go and endure the punishment that, thank God, she’s still willing to give you.