He never fucks unbound women, there’s no fun in it:
I took her into my bedroom. I had a big mahogany bed for sex, and a wood-slat cage in the corner for after sex. I had drawers of rope and whips, and nipple clamps, and butt plugs, nice things, never anything cheap.
“Time to get fucked, little slave,” I said. “And I don’t like to fuck slaves who can get away. There’s no fun in that.”
She lay back in the middle of my bed and held her wrists out when I told her to. I had a nice little system of cuffs and rope pulleys already built into the posts, so I had her spread-eagled within minutes. Not just spread-eagled, but cinched nice and tight, so she couldn’t move an inch. I never fucked unbound women. It would be like eating food without seasoning, or ice cream without sprinkles. Why would anyone do that?
From Loaned, by Annabel Joseph.