Blurred Accord

She jerks awake, blindfold locked over her eyes. The straps bite. She rolls, hips rocking against nothing, and a hand finds her. He’s already hard, head flushed and cut clean, trimmed close. He presses in without warning, sinks to the root. She gasps, thighs trembling. Every thrust shakes the frame. The blindfold stays. The darkness stays. He keeps working her, pace sharp, until she’s gasping again, another peak hit before she’s ready. She twists in the ropes. He holds her open and takes the next one from her like it’s owed.