This is a fantasy inspired by the stupidly hot nights we’ve had recently. Consent and safe words are not mentioned, but they seem to know each other well enough, and they take turns with their using of each other, so I think the implication of consent is clear. He was meant to be the top in this, but it turns out she’s owning the scene, all the time. I’m also not sure whether she’s a real present person, or a memory playing with his head.