Kara took his sight away.
A training tool, she told him, her voice cloying with false sweetness. He had to be able to complete the mission no matter the circumstances, even in pitch black, even if he was blinded. Even if the mission was simply getting Kara off.
Behind the blindfold, John started to sink into his other senses – the warmth of Kara’s bare skin under his hands, the scent of her slick as he nosed up her thigh, the taste of her cunt on his tongue. But as he inched towards intimacy, warmth, Kara’s voice cracked out - snide, mocking.