Page 113 of Pure Recklessness

And no wonder Sated was so successful.

Sex was amazing!

I suspected a lot of that was down to Mr Devlin’s talents though. I doubted every man was as skilled as him. My exes definitely weren’t.

The lift dinged and the doors opened. I stepped out into the car park, my eyes widening at the sight of all of the shiny, expensive-looking cars.

I tried to walk normally and not like I’d just had a dick the size of a baseball bat up my pussy, but it was difficult.

I’d just about managed it when I walked from Mr Devlin’s office to the lift because I’d sensed that he was watching and didn’t want him to think I couldn’t handle his size.

It felt like I’d been impaled on a giant cactus, but I wasn’t complaining. I’d remember this night for the rest of my life. I could imagine sitting in the retirement home in my nineties and telling the residents the story of the night my boss banged me on his desk, then bent me over his sofa and fucked me into oblivion.

I wished I could call Dana and Joe and tell them everything, but this had to be a secret. There was too much at stake. Not just my job, but Mr Devlin’s position would be compromised, too.

‘Eleanor?’ a kind voice called. I turned to my right and saw a man dressed in a smart black suit and matching cap, standing next to a long, gleaming black Rolls-Royce.

My jaw dropped.

I didn’t know many car makes, but the iconic RR logo badge and tiny silver figurine above the dark, metallic grille were instantly recognisable. Even for someone like me.

This car had to be worth hundreds of thousands of pounds. At least.

‘Yes,’ I replied, still trying to take everything in.

‘I’m Geoff, Mr Devlin’s driver. He’s asked me to take you home.’

He opened the door and I slid onto the plush leather seats, still trying to take in the opulent interior.

I couldn’t believe this was my life.

First, I went to a fancy awards ceremony wearing a dress that made me look and feel a billion dollars.

Then I got fucked by my billionaire boss in his office with views of the London skyline (although I was too busy enjoying being filled up to the hilt to have a proper look).

And now a chauffeur was driving me home in a Rolls-Royce.

I pinched myself to check I wasn’t dreaming.

‘Where to, Eleanor?’ Geoff said as he closed my door, climbed into the driver’s seat, then started the engine.

I sheepishly gave him my address. This car would stick out like a sore thumb in my area.

‘Very good.’ He nodded. ‘Help yourself to refreshments. The touchscreen display on the back of the front seat has a range of entertainment options. I’ll put up the privacy screen shortly, but if you need anything, just press the intercom button on the centre console.’

‘O-okay,’ I said.

A screen went up from behind the driver’s seat and my eyes popped again.

Privacy screen.

Refreshments.

TV.

Talk about how the other half live.

Tomorrow I’d be back to travelling on the Tube with my head stuck in someone’s smelly armpit, so I was going to enjoy this Cinderella moment whilst it lasted.