The first time she stole an orgasm that wasn’t hers, Elara came so hard she forgot her own name.

It happened on a crowded subway platform at rush hour, the air thick with sweat, perfume, and the metallic tang of the city. She stood pressed between strangers, her white cane folded and tucked against her body, dark glasses hiding sightless eyes that had never seen light. No one noticed the blind woman trembling as a sudden, violent wave of pleasure crashed through her.

It wasn’t hers.

A man three feet away, tall, broad-shouldered, reeking of expensive cologne had just finished fucking his mistress in the back of a cab on...