Glass Towers: Surrendered (20 page)

“Okay, sounds great.” My dad says while stretching. “I could use a little cat nap.”

Out in the hall
, Harrison grabs my hand and leads me back down the hall to another side hall. I glance up at his handsome face and realize that I don’t really know this man at all. I am married to him, but he is practically a stranger. I feel a sense of panic all of the sudden. Maybe it is this overwhelming house. It is his home, but since I have never seen it, I feel like it’s a hidden part of him. I shake my thoughts away, when at once, he has swooped me into his arms and enters into the master double doors in a dramatic sweep he has placed me back on my feet. I stand there stunned. The room is not at all what I expected. I thought it would be sleek and modern, like the living spaces downstairs. Instead, while it does still have a modern flare, this room is ornate, decadent, and romantic. A crystal encrusted chandelier hangs low over the high metal canopy style frame, minus the canopy. The bedding is a black and white scroll pattern with dupioni silk black and white pillows dripping with a marabou fringe. It’s the kind of bed you see in a home magazine, the kind that makes you want to take a running jump and nose dive right into the middle of it, with feathers and fringe flying.

There is
, of course, a seating area with a low black upholstered sofa and matching loveseat. Black and white scrollwork pillows are neatly perched at the corners of the set. There is a large painted armoire in a white pickling effect that looks to be housing the media to the side of the fireplace. I follow Harrison into the master bathroom. One of his favorite rooms of any house to make love. I feel myself warming at the thought. The room, as I predicted, is ridiculous.

There is a seating area with a low black upholstered sofa and matching loveseat. Black and white scrollwork pillows are neatly perched at the corners of each of the sofas. To the side of the fireplace, there is a large armoire painted with a white pickling effect that looks to be housing the media. I follow Harrison into the master bathroom. One of his favorite rooms of any house to make love. I feel myself warming at the thought. The room, as I predicted, is ridiculous. As with the rest of the house, the whole room is white marble mottled with gray. A large rectangular tub sits in the middle of the room with a wide set of stairs leading up to the tub surround. It is decadent and reminds me of something from the baths of Babylon. Noticing the shower with all the different shower heads, makes me blush, knowing full well that Harrison will make good use of the glass-enclosed play room. I take one last look at the room before I wander back out to the main part of our bedroom to find Harrison. I am about to call his name when he appears from the terrace door. He motions to me, so I follow him outside. A blast of cold air hits me immediately. It is dark, so I can’t make out the scenery, but I do notice that we are on a large terrace. I jab him in the ribs once I realize just why he wanted me out here. His hand travels to my sex and he starts rubbing, while kissing behind my hear, my trigger point. I moan against his touch, while my skin erupts in goose bumps. As good as it feels to have his mouth and hands on me, I can’t stand another second out here. “I’m sorry but I have to go back inside, I am freezing my bottom off!” I blurt out.

He puts his naughty hands on my bottom and squeezes, “Hmm, your bottom feels just fine to me. Yes, very fine.”

“Ugh! You are incorrigible!”

We step back into the warmth of our room. I can’t keep myself from wanting to explore the master suite. I wander into the walk in closet and find it overwhelming; who would ever have enough clothes to fill this space? I notice some garment bags that have not been unpacked. I do not recognize them, either. As if Harrison has read my thoughts, “Those are for you
mi amore
. I enjoy dressing you. Someday we will have this closet filled with beautiful clothing for you. For now, I thought this would be a good start.” I advance toward the hanging bags, but he stops me. “Eh eh! We will look at those later. I do believe we should freshen up before joining your parents downstairs for a bite to eat.”

Disappointed that I have to wait, I nod in agreement that we need to get a move on. I take a quick shower to rinse off my travels and put on a pair of black leggings and a black and white striped tunic style sweater. I freshen my hair and makeup and squirt on some vanilla body spray. I look for Harrison in the main room, but I do not see him. I hear his voice wafting through a closed door that I had not noticed before. I wait outside the door until I hear that he has hung up. I knock softly on the door and wait for him to open it. When he finally opens the door, he looks stressed.

I advance toward him, “What is it, are you okay?”

He smiles quickly, but I can tell it is forced, “ I’m fine. That was just my father. We don’t need to discuss this now. Come, let’s join your parents downstairs.”

As he exits the room, I stick my head in and see that it is another little sitting room with a small secretary style desk. It is decorated in the same colors and flare of the larger room, to which it is attached.

Once downstairs, we find my parents lounging on the sofas in the great room. My dad stands up and walks over to Harrison. He takes his hand and shakes it, while his other hand is patting his arm. “You really have some place here. I want to thank you for your hospitality.”

“Mel, why don’t you wait to thank me once you have survived two weeks with the Towers.” He laughs and my dad joins him with a chuckle.

“Now, what are you drinking?” Harrison walks over to the bar and proceeds to play bartender. Hmm, I have never seen a sexier barkeep.

While the men mix drinks, I join my mom on the sofa facing the blazing fire. I curl up next to her, and she gives me a goofy smile. “What was that for, Mom?”

“Nothing, honey. I am just happy.”

“That’s good mom, cause I am too!”

Just then, the cook comes in and announces that dinner is ready. We seat ourselves at the family dining room table, as the men deliver our cocktails. The cook serves us a tasty pork roast with roasted potatoes and carrots. She serves it with a crispy tossed salad and a tasty
au jus
sauce. Once dinner is over, I find myself yawning to the point that it seemed obnoxious.

My dad looks at me and chuckles, “Should we be taking that as a hint? You have yawned three times in the last minute.” He glances over at my mom and catches her yawing too.

Harrison speaks up, “Yes Mel, I think the ladies are trying to tell us something. I think I will get my bride to bed.”

With that, we say our goodnights and head up the stairs to our separate wings.

Once in our room, my eyes feel heavy and the yawing will not stop. “Harrison, do you mind if I go straight to bed? I am simply wiped out. All of the traveling and wedding planning has done me in.”

He pouts for a second and then gives me his smirk. “I can let you off the hook tonight. Besides, tomorrow is my birthday, and I know what I want for my present.” He flashes his megawatt smile, and I giggle to myself, knowing what I have planned to do for his birthday.

After I finished preparing for sleep, I join Harrison in our massive bed. I turn to him and love the curve of his body in the covers. I spoon him and whisper, “I love you.” He whispers back, “I love you too.”

“Happy birthday my love!” I pounce on the bed and stand above him. He rolls over, slowly opens his eyes, and quickly shuts them again, moaning in protest for being woken up so early. “Yoo hoo, sleepy head. I have a birthday surprise for you!”

He opens his eyes and this time keeps them open long enough to focus. A smile slowly spreads over his handsome face, as he takes in the sight of me standing on the bed above him. I am wearing nothing but an enormous red bow and red lace g-string panties with a rhinestone heart dangling from the front.

“
Well, Mrs. Towers, you sure know how to wrap a gift. Now come here, I want to unwrap you.”

My pussy is wet and waiting for him. I straddle his hips and I feel his hardness against me. He reaches up and plucks at the red bow wrapped around my bust. He loosens the bow enough that it slides down my body and stops at my waist. I lean down to kiss his chest and work my mouth up his neck to his lips, while grinding my sex on his. I rub my bare nipples against his hard chest, and he moans, thrusting his hips to meet with mine. I slide down and kneel at his hips, taking his hard cock into my mouth. I begin to suck. He lets out a deep guttural groan. I pick up my pace and suck harder, while my hand wraps around his balls, gently squeezing. I nibble on the swollen, sensitive tip with my teeth, while flicking my tongue across. His head is thrashing back and forth, as I continue to torture his eager cock.

I can tell his passion is increasing and he is close to cumming. I have other plans for him, so I remove my mouth from his cock. I take the red bow and tie his hands to the metal headboard. I kiss him on the mouth, my tongue seeking his. He looks at me with his limpid pools of desire. I start the sweet torture all over again. I lower myself onto his throbbing hard cock and slowly slide down, impaling myself on his shaft. His eyes grow large, as I take him as deep into my hot core as far as my body will allow. I slowly rub myself in a circular motion against his pelvis. He groans loudly again. I pull myself up slowly, slowly, until his cock is halfway out of me, and then, with force, I slam back down. I can’t help but yell out as I do this. He thrashes his head and jerks his tied hands. I repeat this movement again and again. He is yelling my name over and over again. “Shit Danielle! Fuck it! Fuck it!”

I start sliding up and down his shaft in a rapid fervor, and he continues to pant and groan with each thrust. I put my hands on each side of him on the bed so to brace myself, and I slam myself up and down his cock, so fierce that I startle myself. With his hips meeting mine, I work myself and Harrison into a frenzy. I can feel the fire ignite into a blazing inferno and my sweet spot erupts. Harrison yells, “cum on my balls.” As he says this, I can feel his release shoot up into me with a fierce velocity. I collapse on him, and our bodies melt into one. I am too exhausted to move, and the muscles in my legs have turned to jelly. Harrison’s hands are still tied to the headboard. When I finally stop feeling the aftershocks, I remove myself from his body and untie the ribbon from his hands. With my hands busy, Harrison takes the opportunity to lick at my tits when they come near his face. He flicks his tongue across the sensitive buds. I look down at him, “Are you trying to get me aroused again? Cause it’s working! Now stop or you will have to fuck me again!”

“Well, that’s a threat that I would like to take you up on!” He coos at me. “I have completely lost track of our location count. So, I propose we hit the reset button and start fresh, since you are now Mrs. Towers. What do you say?”

I throw the red ribbon at him, “Ok, sure why not. Then let’s make this location number one. Although we will los
e track again since we have so much sex!” He groans, then moves quickly to flip me onto my back and kisses me passionately. When we finally come up for air, I prop myself up on my arm and look at his amazing face. “Seriously Harrison, happy birthday. I love you!”

We spend another hour luxuriating in the quiet morning, in bed. Once we make our appearance downstairs, we discover that my parents have already eaten their breakfast and are outside taking a walk and checking out the grounds. I get goose bumps just thinking of being outside right now. Even though it is a sunny day, it is freezing out there, and I am not a big fan of being cold. When my parents return, Harrison goes into the office for a few hours. I spend the rest of the day with my parents, getting settled into the impressive mansion. I am nervous about the birthday party this evening and finally meeting my in-laws. It is all so unconventional and the irony is that the Towers are a very traditional family. Everything has happened in a backwards way, yet it feels right.

I get a text from Simone informing me that her big photo shoot gig was postponed until after the first of the year. Apparently, the highly coveted photographer for whom she is working has come down with the flu. So, she is on a plane flying out from Jersey. If there aren’t any further delays, she will be here by late afternoon. It will be nice to have my crazy sidekick here tonight. She has a knack for stealing the spotlight and tonight may be one of those times that I am just fine with that.

With my parents and the staff’s help, we transform the great room into a stage for a fabulous birthday party. The housekeeper went to the store for us and bought streamers, balloons and a banner. The cook is preparing several delicious dishes. the main course is Chicken Cordon Bleu swimming in a white sauce, served with French Onion Pie and a salad of field greens. For dessert, she made a French silk ice cream cake roll. My mom and I are having a hard time staying out of the kitchen. Neither one of us is accustomed to everything being taken care of.

I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I look and see that it is Clarke; she has landed!

I text her back

4:40 PM

Mrs. Towers

Yay! So excited you are here. See you soon!

4:41 PM

Clarke

I love this limo! Arriving in style! See you soon Danners!

I turn around and jump as I see my mom has entered my room. “Oh mom, you scared me!”

“I’m sorry dear. This house is so big I can’t just holler down the hallway! I was wondering what I should lie out to wear tonight for your dad and I?”