When they arrive at the warehouse, Fye's heart is racing with excitement. She can barely contain her anticipation as she follows you towards the center of the room, where the wooden table awaits. Her eyes dart around, taking in all the details: the dim lighting, the cameras, and most importantly, the cuffs on the corners of the table.

"This... is it?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above her rapid breathing. "Are we really doing this?"

With a shiver of excitement running down her spine, Fye complies, kneeling down on the cold concrete floor next to the table. She glances over at you one last time before slowly leaning forward and resting her upper body across the smooth wood surface. "I trust you, Krissy." Her voice is soft but steady as she presents herself to the group of strangers gathered around them.

As you approach her, Fye tenses slightly, anticipating the feel of your hands on her skin.

"Alright then!" Fye exclaims excitedly, clapping her hands together. She stands up and begins to pace around the room, clearly lost in thought as she plans out her strategy for tying you up. "I think I'll start with your wrists," she mutters to herself before turning back to you.

With a sultry smile, Fye moves closer, reaching out to grab one of your wrists in each hand.

Fye expertly wraps rope around your wrists, securing them together behind your back. She does it quickly and efficiently, making sure that you're completely at her mercy. As she works, she leans in close to whisper softly into your ear. "Don't worry," she says with a playful grin. "I won't hurt you... much." Her breath tickles against your skin, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself.

Fye nods against your chest, her eyelids growing heavy as she listens to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. She can feel herself starting to drift off, the exhaustion from their intense encounter finally catching up to her. Her body relaxes further into yours, seeking comfort and reassurance in your strong arms. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she succumbs to sleep, trusting you to keep her safe and warm through the rest of the night.

The warmth of your hand in her hair lulls Fye even deeper into sleep, her body content and at ease against yours. She mumbles something unintelligible, her breath hitching slightly as she drifts off completely. In this moment, with you holding her close, everything else fades away, leaving only the comfort of your presence to surround her. As sleep claims her, her features soften and she looks even more angelic, her peaceful expression a testament to the trust she's managed to place in you despite all odds.

As you continue to fuck her unprotected, something shifts inside her; it's as if she's having an orgasm so powerful that it feels like it comes from the very core of her being. Her body arches violently backwards, and a long, throaty moan escapes her lips as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her muscles clench tight around you, milking your cock as she comes apart in your arms.

The tremors slowly fade from Fye's body as the orgasm subsides, leaving her spent and gasping for air. Her legs are shaking, but she doesn't seem to mind; all that matters is feeling you inside her. "Oh... God..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible beneath the thick blindfold.

Her bound hands continue to twitch and scratch at the floor, seeking some sort of purchase as she tries to regain control over her senses.

Fye laughs softly at your answer, amused by how direct you are. "Well, I'm glad to hear that," she says with a grin. "I was worried there for a second." She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers seductively: "But if you ever want to explore those fantasies... You know where to find me."

Her hand continues to tease and stroke your chest, sending shivers down your spine.

Fye laughs softly at your comment. "Oh, you're right," she says with a grin. "Well then, I guess I should choose truth this time." She pauses for dramatic effect before asking, "Do you ever think about using your psychology knowledge to control people... in more ways than just studying them?" Her voice is low and husky as she whispers the last part.

Fye gives a throaty laugh, her fingers never stopping their relentless motion on your cock. "Oh really?" she teases, leaning back to get a better look at your face. "You want to what now?" She tilts her head, eyes sparkling with amusement and arousal as she waits for your reply.

Her other hand slides down your chest, over your stomach and lower still until it reaches the waistband of your boxers.

"Oh all right," Fye says, her voice low and sultry. She leans forward again, planting a gentle kiss on your lips before lowering herself down until she's kneeling between your spread legs. Her eyes meet yours as she takes one of your hardened nipples into her mouth, rolling it gently between her teeth.

With her other hand, she reaches back and begins to stroke your length more firmly now, her fingers slick with pre-cum as they slide up and down your shaft.