Glass Towers: Surrendered

by Adler

  Oh, brilliant! What a perfect excuse to see him! I grab my bathrobe and secure the satin tie. Wait, I have a better idea. I remove my nightgown and panties, put on my sexy heels, and then put the bathrobe around me and tie it up. I grab the piece of metal and slip it in my pocket. Yes! He is going to love this little midnight treat! I am craving my husband so bad; I hope I don’t get caught sneaking out.

  I open the door and tip toe down the stairs. I glance to make sure that the security system is armed. I go to the panel and punch in the code. I walk through the great room to the glass doors, unlock one of the doors, and walk quickly to the guesthouse.

  I knock on the door and wait. Nothing! I knock again, gently so not to wake anyone else up.

  “Good God, Harrison, it’s freezing out here. Open the door please!”

  “Danielle, what is ....”

  I push the door open and throw my hands around his neck.

  “Shhh, don’t say a word,” I put my finger up to his lips.

  Damn, he looks fine. He is wearing nothing but his boxer briefs on that chiseled body of his. I swear I can almost cum just from looking at him.

  Harrison swings the door closed with his hand, and I push him back up against the wall. This evening made me so tense, and I really need to shake this pent up energy.

  With his back to the wall, I attack his luscious lips. Biting at his lower lip drives him insane. Our bodies pressed against each other, I can feel his hard cock through his briefs. He smells good enough to devour. Something about a man that wears cologne and nothing else makes my body start craving sex. Harrison spins me around and slams me up against the wall. He can’t take it, and neither can I. His hands grip my hips and he pulls me closer, as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth, then travels to my neck. My head slams back against the wall when he works his tongue over my neck. His hands slide up and down my silk robe. He unties my robe, allowing it to flow loosely from my shoulders. Harrison Gasps!

  “Jesus, you are beautiful. Your body is just made for me, Danielle.”

  “Harrison, I need you inside me.”

  He grabs both of my wrists and throws my hands above my head. He starts running his tongue down my neck as he squeezes my breasts and takes one at a time in his mouth. He reaches down, and his hands glide up and down my thighs, as he kisses me violently. His hand moves to my soaking pussy as he starts to rub on the outside.

  “Fuck, Danielle, I want you so bad.”

  He slips one finger deep inside me and pulls out. He repeats that move a number of times, and I can’t take the teasing any more.

  He lifts me up and places me on the entry table, with my back against the mirror on the wall. He gives me that I-am-going-to-fuck-your-brains-out, look.

  Down he drops to his knees, grabs my ass hard, and pushes my hips into his face, fucking me with that skilled tongue of his. This is hot. My body is tingling with pleasure as he has me almost on the verge of cumming.

  “I want to ride your cock, Harrison. I need to fuck the hell out of your hard cock.”

  He peeks up to look at me. I smile at him, his tongue still in me.

  I push his head away from my pussy. I slide off the table. I turn around and lean over, sticking my ass in his direction. I peek around and catch the smile on his face. That look alone is enough for me to know what he is thinking. He grabs my hips from behind and leans into my ear, “You naughty, naughty girl. You want to be fucked hard tonight don’t you?”

  Yes please! God you have no idea, just give it to me hard.

  I smile and lean harder into the table, bracing myself. I love how my high heels give me an extra bit of height to stretch from which to stretch downward. The perfect angle. Harrison holds me tight with one hand, as he guides his length into me with the other. Slowly, he opens up my pussy and gently guides his cock inside. Ahhhh, I let out a throaty moan. Having the mirror in front of me, makes it even hotter because we can look at each other. It adds to the erotic mood that I am in tonight. He fucks me slow and long. Deep strokes that fill me up. I bite my bottom lip, as I drop down to my chest and hold on tight. He picks up speed. I look in the mirror and we lock eyes. He bites his lip, which sends my body into spasms. He sweeps my hair into a low ponytail with his hand and pulls on it. The roughness of him fucking me, and the control he has on my hair, is so erotic. Just take me now. Harder. Faster. Fuck me good. I scream out in pleasure, and now I am ready to cum again. Harrison pulls out.

  “I want you to finish on top of me. I want you to fuck me, Danielle.”

  Oh, yes! Just what I need! I need to ride his cock till he can’t breathe anymore. I push him back onto the chair behind him. I climb on top, while pushing my breasts in his face. He works them by grabbing both and placing them in between his face and then he takes one at a time into his mouth. I drop down and grab his hard length. I begin swirling the head on the outside of my wet lips. Teasing his cock and getting him ready. I swear, after all that has happened tonight, I need a massive release. I slide the rest of him inside of me as I grip onto his shoulders. Harrison lets out a rough groan as he grabs my ass tightly. I ride his cock hard and fast, as my breasts bounce out of control. He squeezes them tight. as he feels my body tensing up. I am so ready to cum, but I just want to fuck him longer. I try to hold my orgasm back, but this is too erotic. I bring him close to my chest and lean into his ear, “I need to cum Harrison, I want to cum all over you.”

  Harrison grabs my hips harder, and he starts ramming his cock into me, his hips now meeting mine.

  “Jesus, Harrison. Fuck me just like that. Yes!”

  I can feel him preparing to cum as well. That warm feeling and electric vibe fill my entire pussy. I can feel myself clench around him, preparing for his release. I begin to cum, as my body sends electric waves of pleasure all over my body. I throw my head back and scream with pleasure. I yell out his name and ride him harder. Harrison shudders and drives deeper into me, releasing his load. He lets out a low moan that hits me to the core. We are trembling in each other’s arms, riding out the aftershocks.

  I jump out of my sleep and look at the clock. It is 4:30AM! Shit! We must have crashed out after that amazing fuck session. I feel amazing, that release was exactly what I needed. I know this is silly, but I should head back to my bed before everyone wakes up. Oh, yes! The Italian good luck coin!

  I roll out of Harrison’s embrace and grab my robe. I fetch the piece of metal and place it on the nightstand.

  I lean on the bed and kiss Harrison on the lips.

  He awakes right away. “Where are you going mon amore?”

  “Harrison its 4:30AM; I have to get back into my room before everyone is awake.”

  “That is a good plan. I am so glad we were together all night, Mrs. Towers. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. I love you.”

  “I love you Harrison. Now get some sleep.” He grabs my hand and pulls me into him again. He kisses me long and passionately, as though he never wants to let me go.”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  I actually feel as if I need one of those barf bags they have on airplanes. I am so nervous. I would not have thought that I would be this worked up. It is so different from our wedding in the Caymans. There, it was so relaxed and low-key. This wedding is turning out to be nothing of the sort.

  We pull up to the old church at exactly 5:45 PM. I see that people are already here, and still arriving. The white stretch limo pulls up to the side entrance, so I can slip in to the bridal staging room. I am ready to go, and I just need to slip into my dress and walk down the aisle. My dad is riding in the men’s stretch Hummer limo. My mom and Simone exit the limo first, and then Mrs. Towers and I make our way out. We head into the side door, and I notice security everywhere. My nerves get the better of me, and I feel as if I am going to be sick. I run into the building, then into the bridal suite. I find the toilet and slam the door behind me. I throw up everything in my stomach, and then some. Shit! Now I have to re-do my makeup and brush my teeth. Oh, Lordy!
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  After I regain my composure and clean myself up, I find the ladies standing in the middle of the room with bewildered looks on their faces.

  “Don’t worry, ladies, I am fine; my nerves are just wreaking havoc on my stomach. One look at the security detail and I panicked! Ok, let’s fix this, “I wave my hand around my face. “Then let’s get this show on the road!”

  With everyone’s help, I step into my gown. It is not the dress in which I wanted to marry Harrison. Marion made certain to leave a lasting mark on this wedding. I pull the new dress up and Simone zips, fastens and laces me into my dress. I turn around to show the others and they all start in with the tears. Good, I was hoping this dress would have some kind of impact. The dress I am wearing is the one that I selected from the local bridal designer, who came to the house this past week. This dress was originally to be my second dress for the reception, now it is my wedding dress. Luckily, I also have a cocktail dress to change into later for the New Years Eve bash.

  “Oh, Dani, I just love that dress on you.” Clarke gushes and my mom simply nods with tears in her eyes.

  The dress is a pale silver silk. It’s, strapless with a ruched bodice. The bottom part is trumpet style, which hugs all my curves in the right places. A cluster of flowers in the same fabric sits at my hip. The back of the dress is a corset lace-up style. The entire dress is encrusted with hand-sewn crystal, making me look like an ice princess. I am wearing a shear, lightweight veil that goes to my waist. The dress goes to the floor, but has small hitches to pull up the front revealing my Valentino open toe pumps in white satin, with crystal stones. I have on a simple bling bracelet and matching necklace. I am also wearing the earrings Harrison gave me in the Caymans. I have not taken the earrings off since he gave them to me! To finish the look, I add the clip that belonged to Harrison’s grandmother to my hair. It is swept back into a loose side swept chignon. The veil covers the clip now, but when I take the veil off, it will be visible.

  Mrs. Towers is unzipping a small black cloth garment bag. She takes out a white stole, “Danielle, I want you to borrow this tonight. I wore this over my dress at my wedding, and I would be thrilled if you would wear this.”

  I take it from her, “I would be honored to wear this.” She helps me into the stole and I feel as if I look like a million bucks. “Thank you so much for all you have done for me. I am so blessed to be welcomed into your family.”

  She grabs me into a brief, but heartfelt, hug. “Now, let’s not keep my son waiting, shall we?”

  “Mom, before I forget, thank you so much too for all of your support and help. I love you.”

  “Oh honey, your father and I are so proud of you.” She starts to cry, and without missing a beat, Clarke hands her the tissue box.

  I start to say something to Clarke, but she puts her hand up. “Stop, before you say anything, I know. I love you too. Now, let’s get you re-hitched!”

  I eye her in the short gold stretch satin dress. It is sleeveless with an asymmetrical neckline. She is one hot little red head! I swat her little butt, as she leads us out of the room. She wiggles he hind end in response.

  We step out into the hallway one minute after six. ‘Well done’ I think to myself, finally on time for something.

  I notice the security detail, and it makes my stomach flip. I know she is behind bars, but as she was being hauled out last night, she was still spewing threats. I pray that this day can be free of Marion’s antics and that someday we will be able to live our lives without a team of security following our every move.

  I take a deep breath as we stand at the doorway, waiting to receive our cue. My father comes to stand beside me, as Garrin escorts the mothers down the aisle. Even though the amount of security we have is overwhelming, I decide to ignore it. In life, there are always risks and threats to one’s safety or happiness. The only thing we can do is decide if we are going to let those threats, seen or unseen, real or imagined, paralyze us. Or, if are going to forge ahead to stake our claim on happiness. That is what I choose to do. Even with Marion behind bars, she may be able to pose a threat, but if I don’t embrace the man I love and the future we have promised each other, then she wins. I won’t have it.

  The music is cued, the guests stand, and I step forward with my father at my side, to marry the man of my dreams.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  “Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce, Mr. and Mrs. Harrison Giles Towers. Can we have a round of applause for the happy couple?” The exuberant MC announces as we entered the ballroom.

  I hear a very loud voice from behind, which I instantly recognized as belonging to Clarke. I feel a little trepidation as she screeches, “It’s time to partaaay!!” Look at this place, Danners, my gosh this is amazing! Wow, you really did well marrying into this family!” She must have had three glasses of champagne in the limo ride here. I will ask Harrison to see that Garrin handles pacing her alcohol consumption.

  She is right though, the ballroom and all of its opulence is amazing. I look around the room and realize that this winter-wonderland themed reception is much, much more than I could have imagined. Mrs. Towers told me of her plans and we discussed the details; however, this is far exceeds everything I imagined. The walls are draped with panels of sheer white and silver organza. The chandeliers have white branches laced through them, with crystals hanging in varying lengths. The tables are set with white linen tablecloths and sheer silver organza table scarves. Mirrors run through the middle of the tables with fairy lights twinkling in little mercury glass holders. Scattered about the tables are small mercury glass bud holders, filled with white roses that have been hand-painted with silver leaf around the edges. Subtle, matte gold accents, like finely ground gold leaf, are scattered on the mirrors. The centerpieces are simple, but high-impact with tall clear vases set in the middle of the mirror runners. Silver-painted branches dripping with gems and crystals jut out high above the tables. White roses of various varieties sit in the center of the branches. Silver chargers with glittery silver place cards complete the look. Scattered throughout the room are crystal gem trees in silver and gold along with white floral topiaries in gilded urns. The small round cake table is draped with a simple silver tablecloth and sparkling gems scattered about. The white three-tiered cake is decorated with the initial T on the side in silver and hand-painted silver leaf on white roses wrap around the luscious layers

  “Oh Harrison, this is just breathtaking!”

  “Not as breathtaking as you are! My love, you take my breath away!” He licks his lips.

  I lean up and kiss him on those beautiful lips. “Mmm, a hint of what’s to come later?”

  “After this long day, I wish we could escape now! It’s a shame that I have another five hours until I can take that dress off you, unless you would care to sneak off now?!”

  “You, Mr. Towers, are a scoundrel!”

  He smirks, “Yes and what’s your point? I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have it any other way mi amore.”

  We make our way through the crowds of people shaking hands, kissing both cheeks, and I never take my eyes off my loving husband.

  The exuberant MC announces that it is time for us to take our seats and that dinner will be served momentarily. Harrison and I sit at a small table at the front of the room. Behind us is the bank of windows overlooking the water. Outside, the wrap-around terrace is lit up with candles and lanterns, creating a romantic background to our wedding dinner.

  The waiters bring out the first course of salads. I am not hungry from all the excitement, but I manage to eat a few bites while watching everyone at their tables. It strikes me that I feel like the queen of the ball tonight. I am still wearing my wedding dress, such that it is. However, as soon as that cake is cut, I will slip into a little party number, so I can dance the night away with my love.

  Our main course of beef wellington is served with roasted potatoes covered in brown sauce, and braised asparagus with a lemon caper sauce. I pick at my food, but e
at enough so as to not raise Harrison’s eyebrow. Once dessert is served, of little chocolate soufflés with blood orange sauce, I begin growing restless. I feel isolated sitting here at the table. I can hear Clarke happily chattering away with the lady sitting next to her. I giggle to myself; goodness knows what that poor woman is having to endure.

  Harrison refills our wine glasses and helps me up to mingle with our guests. I can tell the band is about to start playing. I am told that a DJ will be heading up the New Year’s dance party soon. I find it odd that nobody gave any speeches or toasts during dinner. They must come later.

  While we work our way through the crowds of people, I find my mom and dad.

  “Ah good, hey, Dani, can I steal your husband for a minute?” My dad looks so handsome in his tuxedo and my mom is a vision of elegance.

  “Of course, dad, but don’t keep him too long!” Harrison bends down, kisses my forehead, and they wander off to a corner. I turn back to my mom, who is beaming.

  “So honey, we did it, we got you married and though the road to getting here had a lot of dips and curves, you made it! I am so proud of you honey. I want nothing but happiness for you and lots of grandbabies…soon!”

  “Yes, well, I have a feeling that will come sooner than you think.” I wink at her.

  “Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

  “NO! Cool your jets…that’s not what I was getting at, I just think that if Harrison gets his way, we will be starting a family soon.” I smile, “You will make a fantastic Nana when the time does come. Now, let me enjoy being a newlywed and no more talk of adding more to my plate just yet.” We hug and then I feel a tap at my shoulder. I turn around and see an excited and tipsy Clarke.