Glass Towers: Surrendered

by Adler

  I reach down to find his erect cock ready to spring to action. I run my hand up and down the firm shaft, while gently squeezing my fingers to provide pressure. He moans against my ear. I take his encouragement, and I drop to my knees, inserting his length into my mouth. I suck it hard, while shoving it to the back of my throat. I drag my teeth against it, as I pull it out of my mouth, increasing the pressure with my fingers still encircling the base of his length. After I repeat the pattern a few more times, Harrison braces himself on the glass walls of the shower and yells out as he cums in my mouth. The sheer force of his ejaculation surprises me, and I almost fall backward. I allow the water to cascade down my face for a few seconds, and once he is done with his aftershocks, he leans down to help me up off the shower floor. I give him a full tongue kiss, while I still taste him on my lips. He spanks me on the bottom and smiles big.

  “Now we didn’t get you where you needed to go.”

  “That’s okay, you can owe me a whopper later!” I lick my lips seductively and then proceed to work on washing my hair. “Besides, we really don’t have much time before we need to leave. You better wash that naughty body, or here let me do it for you.” I take the bath sponge and load it with body wash, working my way down his body. I trace every curve and follow his firm muscles, paying special attention to his loins. I admire his body as I work my way down. I have never been one to appreciate the male anatomy as much as I do now.

  I finish washing my hair and step to get out of the shower. Harrison grabs my arm and says softly, “I’m glad I married you.”

  I melt. “Not as glad as I am!” I blow him a kiss and wiggle my bottom at him, as I wrap up in a towel.

  “Better hurry, Mrs. Towers, we have a flight to catch soon.” I throw my towel at him and walk slowly out of the room. I know for a fact that he enjoyed the view of my naked body leaving the bathroom, as evidenced by the appreciative whistle I received.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Harrison hired a limo to transport all of us from the airport to his estate in Westmount. It took us the better part of the entire day to arrive in Montreal, after a long layover in New York. I was already feeling fatigued by the time we arrived in Canada, and it seemed to take an eternity to get through customs. It is late, so it is difficult to see any scenery out the window. The temperature outside is a cool 28 degrees, and there has been a decent amount of snow, so that it appears to be a winter wonderland.

  “What’s got your attention, honey?” I turn my head back toward my mom.

  “Oh nothing, I’m just trying to take in what scenery I can see in the dark.”

  “I am really looking forward to exploring up here. Your dad and I have some little side trips planned to do some exploring and let you kids have some time to yourselves.”

  “Oh, but Donna, my house is big enough that you could go without seeing a person for a couple of days. We will never know you are there, I’d be willing to bet.”

  “Well, maybe we are the ones who will need the time to ourselves.” She blushes as the words leave her mouth, and she rolls her eyes. “Well, you know what I mean.”

  Harrison chuckles and I just turn back to looking out the window.

  It seems like it was longer, but after only twenty minutes of driving, we are pulling into a gated community with an actual security guard in a little brick box type structure. The driver hands the guard something at the same time that Harrison rolls the window down and pokes his head out. The guard greets him in French, returns to his little house, and opens the gates. We proceed through and drive for another few minutes before we come upon another little guard box. This one is automated, and the driver just swipes a card and the gates begin to open. Two large iron gates with the letter “T” welded in the middle of each, surrounded by a metal circle, allow us passage to the driveway. On each side of the gate is a stone wall, covered in ivy and lighting. We proceed through the gates onto what resembles a country lane, lined with a neatly trimmed tree hedge of some sort.

  As we come through the trees to the opening, before us stands a monstrosity of a house. The driver pulls up the circular drive and parks the limousine under the grand portico in front of the steps. The front door opens and two young men come out, followed by three women and another older man. The town car with our security detail pulls up right behind us, and the men, headed up by Albert, get out of their car and head up the stairs. I am ushered into the house along with my parents while all the people who came out to greet us take our luggage and disappearing through a side door off the foyer.

  I hear a collective gasp as my mom and dad stand in the middle of the grand foyer with their mouths agape. I am speechless. This home looks like it is a French chateau from the outside, but the inside is quite modern. The foyer has marble floors with stone inlay. The “T” initial set in stonework in the entry just inside the doors. A large circular glass table stands in the middle of the foyer with a multi-tiered chandelier of modern crystal balls hovering above the table. The breathtaking part of this entryway are the two staircases that meet at a landing and then split off again into two separate wings on the next floor. I presume that means there are three floors and at least two wings. I sense that I am being watched, and I turn to see Harrison looking at me intently.

  “Well, what do you think? Do you think you can live here?”

  I suck in some air, as I realize that I was holding my breath. “From what I have seen so far, I think I could.” I smile at him, and he is positively beaming.

  “Come.” He motions, “Let’s get some refreshments, and I will give you the grand tour. After that, you may retire to your rooms to freshen up before dinner.”

  We follow Harrison through a grand marble archway into a large room. He turns to us, “This, of course, is the formal living room and dining room.” Our eyes follow the wave of his hand as he gestures toward the dining room. It is a big, austere room with a long glass and metal table that looks seat at least fourteen. These rooms are simply amazing and decorated a lot like his penthouse in Portland. It’s kind of funny that I am essentially the one who decorated the penthouse, but the two are so similar that you would have thought that I had decorated here too. He has a taste for white and chrome and has carried that through the rooms that I have seen here so far. I am sure that I could walk into the fireplace without even hunching down. It is the largest fireplace I have ever seen. It has an ornate carved mantle covered in a white lacquer, a very modern, yet old world piece. I am really enjoying taking in all of the decorating choices, including the white plush sofas and chrome based coffee table holding a glass kidney-bean shaped top. The side chairs are upholstered in an ultra suede gray and have a paisley print pillow perched on each in white and ice blue. At least he remains consistent in his design tastes. We follow him back out to the foyer and head through another archway that leads us into a massive room that must be the family room. As my eyes span the room, I see Harrison’s style once again written all over it.

  My parents are hardly saying a word; they are both just taking in all the sights.

  “This is the informal living room and then, of course, that it the informal eating room also. The kitchen is through this way. We follow him through yet another archway into a massive kitchen that does look like a true room from the old country, with marble floors and countertops. White cupboards and an eat-in nook with a weathered looking farm table that seats ten. The hanging light fixtures look as if they were converted from gas with chrome fittings and clouded glass globes. In the middle of the kitchen is a large marble slab island. The appliances are all stainless steel top of the line. He turns to the woman standing at the stove and speaks to her in French. She responds to him in kind and then lowers her eyes and bats her eyelashes. Seriously, is she flirting with him?

  Let’s go back to the living room, where we can have some refreshments. He leads us back through to the room. There is a warm fire blazing in the fireplace as we take seats on the sofas and chairs. Harrison proceeds to pour each of us
a glass of champagne that someone had already opened and had waiting for us in the ice bucket.

  After we all had a glass in our hand, “I’d like to propose a toast, to our safe arrival, a wonderful holiday and wedding season!”

  We say cheers in unison. I gratefully sip at my bubbly and nibble at the delicious appetizers the cook has set out for us. While we are having a light conversation and eating, my mother stands up and turns to Harrison. “Thank you for the treats, I would love to be shown to our room. I am feeling fatigued and would like to lie down for a little bit.” She looks to the rest of us, “You don’t mind do you?”

  “No, of course not mom, in fact I would love to change out of these clothes and get my things unpacked.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to bother with unpacking, Bernice took care of that.” He looks at my mom, “For all of you, if I am not mistaken. Follow me, and I will show you to your rooms.”

  He leads us to the grand foyer and up the right set of stairs. Looking over his shoulder, “This is the guest wing.” My parents look at each other and nod in appreciation.

  We walk down the hallway and he shows us into an enormous room with a sleigh bed covered in fluffy white bedding. The room has a seating area by a fireplace and en-suite bathroom. Through a little connecting hall, is a smaller room that is decorated to be a study with another door that leads out to the main hallway. I hear my mom exclaim something in the other room. She is standing in the middle of the walk-in closet. “This is as big as one of my guest rooms at home! And how nice, our clothes have been put away for us!”

  “Well, we will leave you to get settled in and rest for a bit. We will have a late dinner downstairs in the informal dining room at eight.”

  “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.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “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.”