“Come,” he said, motioning me to join him at the window. “The sight of New York in the rain always strikes me as a battle of the elements.” He took my hand and drew me forward. “Out there, steel and stone skyscrapers do battle with water and the howling wind. It’s a war unlike any other.”
“I suppose so, Master,” I said cautiously. “It is not something I’ve thought of in those terms.” His voice sounded so casual, but I wondered what was really happening. I kept waiting for him to tear the gown from my body and screw me in front of the windows.
“Wine?” he asked, pouring me a glassful. He started to hand it to me, and then noticed my shaking hands. “This isn’t working for you, is it?” He pursed his lips, and then motioned for me to sit. He moved in back of me, and there was a subtle click,
