#silver buttons

Portrait of Mary Emma Jones

Artist: Emma Sandys (British, 1834-1877)

Date: 1874

Medium: Oil on board

Collection: Property of a Private Collector

Description

6- Training

{Fluff and sexy times ahead}

The week was impatient, Jessi worked hard and diligently on suits and dresses of all the orders that came in. Terry wandered in Thursday afternoon, bringing her lunch. Flipping the sign to, ‘closed,’ behind him he sat with Jessi upstairs in her apartment. Enjoying her presence.

“How is your day, Jessi?” He smiled.

Jessi grinned, “It’s busy but it’s good. How is your day?”

“Better since I’m here with you now. Would you like to come over tomorrow evening after class? Would you be alright spending the weekend with me?” He asked.

Her eyes widened, looking up at him she chuckled, “Um, yeah. That would be great, yeah,” Terry’s heart fluttered, happy that she wanted to be there with him.

They finished lunch, it wouldn’t have been an exit without Terry wrapping his arms tight around Jessi’s waist, hands wandering to cup her ass in the leggings she wore, kissing her deeply.

Jessi was excited and happy, her heart felt full as it fluttered in her chest. She had fallen for Terry, wholly. Excited for the next day, she set herself back to work, diligently toiling away.

That evening, Terry facetimed Jessi, she was excited to hear from him. He was sitting in bed, his hair was messy, having just showered, Jessi grinned at her little screen, she sat in a robe at her easel, waiting to get tired, finishing a painting.

“I’m looking forward to having you over this weekend, Jessi,” he smiled. God, that smile melted her.

The robe she wore was halfway tied, slumping off one shoulder, Terry loved watching her paint, even if it was on a small screen, “You’re so beautiful, Jessi, I feel so lucky to have you.”

Jessi was a woman of few words, she was quiet, but happy that she found the yin to her yang.

“I’m the lucky one, Terry,” she smiled, working away on her waterfall, “What do we have planned?”

“There’s a charity auction at my house tomorrow afternoon, Eva Garcia will be here, I’d love to have you here. Maybe bring a pretty dark blue dress? I’d love to see you in blue,” his lips curled.

“I can do that, I have several blue dresses, actually, how about I bring a few and you can choose for me?” She glanced at her phone, a coy smile stretched her lips.

The conversation went on for another hour before Jessi started to climb into bed, Terry enjoyed the little show she gave him as she slipped her robe off, she was fully nude underneath.

“You minx,” he said darkly, watching her, salivating. They could hardly wait until the next day, when they would be wrapped around each other, groping, squeezing and kissing every inch of each other’s bodies.

The following day seemed to inch by Terry couldn’t wait to see Jessi and Jessi couldn’t wait to see Terry.  

Once the clock cooperated, Jessi slipped into a pair of leggings and tank top, preparing for her karate lesson. Before she could grab her shoes her phone began to rang, it was Terry, stating he was at her door. She giggled and let him in. He hadn’t changed out of his gi, taking her lips with his as soon as she opened the door, lifting her, Jessi’s legs wrapping around his waist as he slammed her against a nearby wall.

Terry breathed low against her lips, “How about this be your training for the day?” He purred.

Jessi nodded, a smirk on her face, nipping at his neck. Taking her to her room he bent her over the bed, slowly pushing her leggings down, running his fingers up and down her wet heat, he reveled in the instant response her body made to him. Tossing his belt on the bed he shoved his gi pants down, springing free his hardened member.

Slowly rubbing the tip up and down her slit she mewled in pleasure, anticipating his thrust into her. In one fluid movement Terry filled her, keeping a bruising grip on her hips, making sure she stayed in the perfect position. Her knuckles white as she gripped the sheets, Terry bucked his hips, humping deeper and harder into her, Jessi screamed his name, coming quickly around him.

Turning her around he lifted her, slowly dropping him on his cock, he stood there, rutting into her, seeing the pleasured expressions on her face made him smirk. Stroking his manhood further that only he had seen her like this.

“Fuck, Jessi,” he moaned, the sheen of sweat across his brow glistened, “You’re mine, all mine.”

Jessi nodded, “I’m all for you, Terry,” she moaned weakly, he showed her no mercy, coming in her, hard and deep. Jessi collapsed against Terry’s chest, he sat on the bed, holding her close, both taking the time to catch their breath.

“That’s one way to train,” she started laughing against his neck, leaning up looking him in the eye, “Is this what you had planned?”

He laughed, “Not necessarily, I just couldn’t help myself.” The pair laughed, Terry helped her pack a bag, he was like a teen again, excited to have Jessi all to himself for the weekend.

Jessi rode with Terry, all the way to his home, she thought of it as the perfect weekend getaway. Terry had asked the maids and helpers to go ahead and go home for the day, he wanted Jessi to be perfectly comfortable in his home with him, not jumping each time someone wandered through.

“So, Mr. Silver what do we have planned for the evening?” She eyed him, her legs propped beautifully across his lap. Smirking down at her he stated he had a few naughty things in mind, Jessi giggled, he loved to hear her laugh.

Hovering over her, pinning her to the couch he kissed her softly, fingers tangling in her hair, parting for air they laid there, looking deep into each other.

“I’m so happy I walked into that shop,” Terry whispered, “I never thought we’d be here like this though,” he chuckled darkly.

Jessi’s fingers danced along his cheeks, she smiled, “I’d be living my same boring life if you hadn’t opened that door that day. I’m so happy when I’m with you,” her fingers slid from his cheeks, resting against his chest, “Can we lay here? Just like this? I just want to feel you, be wrapped around you.”

Terry’s smile burned into her, kissing her deep, he responded, “Your wish is my command.”

Jessi’s heart was full, Terry Silver laid there, between her legs, wrapped around her, and she wrapped around him. Inhaling deeply she took in every scent, hoping it would be ingrained into her how amazing he smelled.

After some time Terry took her hand, leading her up to his large, stone walled, waterfall shower. Jessi had never had a shower that was as relaxing and hot as this one, Terry placed searing, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Rubbing soap suds against her soft breasts, her hands traveled up and down his firm abs and chest.

Barely drying off and hardly wrapped in a towel, Terry guided her to the bed, “Let me rub your back?” He offered. She looked to him, silently nodding.

Climbing on the bed, face-down, bare, he placed his knees on either side of her knees, rubbing her back. She couldn’t help but moan, his strong hands worked out the knots and aches that she didn’t even know she had. She heard him chuckle quietly in his chin, “What’s so funny?” She asked as her face was half smooshed into a pillow.

“Nothing. You’re just so small, so feminine, your curves and shape is just perfect,” she could taste the smile in his words. He always complimented her shape, continuously gliding his hands and fingers up and down her waist and hips, memorizing her curves.

The night ended with slow, passionate lovemaking. Jessi was nearly afraid of making noise, Terry would purr into her ear, urging her, “I want to hear those pretty sounds, baby,” those words alone, dark and deep, would cause her to moan.

Terry would smirk against her neck, hooking his arms under her knees, pressing his palms into the mattress and sink himself deeper and deeper into her, hitting her G-spot, watching her face twist in pleasure, groaning loudly, her petite hands resting against his chest.

Losing her breath with each powerful deep thrust she managed to squeak out, “Terry, I’m going to come,” quietly.

His lips curled into a wolfish grin, thrusting deeper and harder wanting to bring her over the edge. And to the edge she came, plummeting over that cliff, her walls shook and clenched down around him. Her body shivered and convulsed, her hands slapped down against the sheets, gripping them tightly, her back arched, causing him to sink deeper.

He slowed each time she came, but not this time, he continued a steady rhythm, bumping his hips against her, loving the feeling of her body losing all control around him.

“Fuck Terry!” She hollered, he loved hearing his name being screamed in pleasure from her sweet voice.

He never stopped, only slowed, she twitched as he thrusted, her hands and fingers gently pushed against his strong thighs, “Terry… please… it’s too much,” she begged.

Pressing his forehead against hers he said darkly, “Almost there baby, you got it. You’re being such a good girl,” he pumped and slammed himself into her, loving the screams of pleasure that came from deep in her chest.

“I’m going to come, sweetheart,” he grunted, filling her, stilling, just his heavy cock twitched inside her. Jessi let out a sigh of relief, the stimulation was intense, she loved it, not knowing if she was going to lose her mind or all body function.

Terry pulled himself from her, a wet sloshing pop sound coming from her as he left the connection. Still above her he grasped her face, bringing his lips to hers.

“Are you alright, Jessi?” Terry asked, tugging her close to his chest, “I know that was a little harder than what we’ve done, I don’t want to hurt you.” Terry was the king of aftercare, she breathed steady against his chest, telling him that she was fine, she was embarrassed and nearly ashamed of telling him she really enjoyed it.

“Don’t be afraid of telling me what you like or don’t like,” he turned to her, pulling the covers up around them, his strong arm wrapping around her waist, “I want you to feel good when we’re together like this, if you don’t like something you tell me. Don’t just do something with me because you feel you have to, if you want us to try that position again or a new one tell me, baby.”

She nodded, “Ok. I just… I don’t know, you’re the only person I’ve been with ever, I don’t know what I like, so far everything has been… great,” she chuckled nervously, “I did really like it when um-…” She trailed off, Terry grasped her chin, bringing her gaze up to meet his, “Tell me.”

Jessi’s lips pressed into a line, her face reddened as she struggled but eventually told him, “I uh- I-I liked it when you… bent me over,” she said so quietly. A wolfish grin came across his face, telling her it’s alright that she liked it, they can try it that way again soon.

Jessi was over the moon to be with Terry, she felt brazen and ashamed, embarrassed of what she liked or wanted it to try, Terry was a comfort, not judging her for any of it.

She laid there that night, curled around him, sleeping peacefully against his chest. Terry laid there, enjoying the soft sound of her breathing, her small hand clutching his chest. Sleep was important to Terry, his bed was not only a king-sized, but one of the most expensive beds one could come across with even more pricey sheets and blankets to hug the skin. He too, soon drifted to sleep, holding the small figure in his arms.

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Chapter 5 here

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1- The Meeting

Owning your own company is no small feat, especially when you worked dead end jobs at minimum wage in an expensive city for years. Jessi Gray worked as a food delivery driver, an attorney’s receptionist, front desk greeter at a hotel, and a taxi driver until finally settling at a local haberdashery/tailor. She had a knack for style, flare, making the smallest of adjustments to a number of garments ranging from wedding gowns, three piece suits, quinceanera dresses, you name it, she could fit you in a suit, dress, blouse, pants, hell even a pair of socks just by looking at you.

At 32-years-old, she took over a local tailor shop after working there for many years. With the previous owner’s blessing, she lovingly renamed the business: Jessi’s Alterations. Business never slowed down, the same loyal customers stayed after the founder of the once previously, Franco’s Fittings, retired. Franco knew his customer base was in good hands with Jessi in charge.

Jessi proudly worked away tirelessly day and night on all sorts of garments, she had the business for six years now, business couldn’t have been better. She did so well for herself, receiving tips from customers she saved up more than enough to convert the empty storage space upstairs to living quarters so she could just wander down each morning after waking and start her day.

Business slowed a little, there were still well-tipping rich folks that frequented her shop, keeping the doors open and those women wanting nice dresses buying them up.

Recently, Cobra Kai had plans on opening next door, she was annoyed by the heavy construction that was taking place each day, it never halted her business. Encino was always a bustle with the goings and comings of people and their business, the area Jessi was in with her shop was no different.

One day, she had a rather interesting visitor just minutes before she was about to close.

The bells dinged as the door opened, entering a tall, fit, older, silver haired man. Jessi was stricken, her face flushed as she watched this silver fox look over her suits and men’s shirts she had made and placed out for sale. The tall, handsome fox made his way to the cash register area, smiling, his eyes blue like the ocean. She knew exactly who had just wandered into her shop.

“Hello there, I was wondering, do you also create other clothing or alterations besides formalwear?” The man asked, “I also must apologize, you’re nearly ready to close.”

Jessi took a moment to shake the inappropriate thoughts from her mind, she smiled, “Yes, of course. Anything you want, I can create, or alter. I have no limits. And don’t worry about it, I can flip the sign to ‘close,’ and get you taken care of.”

The man smiled, causing her heart to flutter, “You must be Jessi. Franco told me about you, I never thought I’d get the chance to meet you. Silver, Terry Silver,” ah, the Terry Silver was in her shop, just as she figured.

He was every bit as handsome as she had heard. She smiled, “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Silver. I guess I need no introductions since you already know my name,” she grinned, grabbing a sketchpad, pencil and iPad, she looked up to the very tall Mr. Silver, “Now then, what would you like for me to create for you?”

Mr. Silver looked over the young woman, eyeing her, with a smirk, “Please, call me Terry. I was wondering if you had a moment to help design a gi, well, several for my students as well as myself?”

Jessi beamed, “Of course! Please,” she gestured towards her back office, making themselves comfortable in the plush chairs, she eyed him as he walked in and sat, “If I had to guess,” she began, “193 centimeters tall, inseam approximately 95 centimeters, waist approximately 84 centimeters, I can work with that,” she was being coy.

Terry smirked, “That is damn near spot on, my dear. Franco was a smart man to leave you this place.”

She blushed, “Oh, thank you. I never thought I’d be running this place myself all these years later. Would you like me to take your measurements now or come back another time?”

Terry was more than alright having this cute little thing measure him now. He watched her as she lead him to the back fitting area, her hips swayed beautifully, her curves much like an hourglass. Sun-kissed skin a stark contrast to the fabrics that surrounded her, pouty lips that curled into a smile each time she spoke, her shoulder length chestnut hair with soft curls bounced as she walked, he couldn’t help but watch her. He was intrigued and enticed. The wonderfully red dress that he assumed she made for herself clung to her curves, her little flats clacked against the linoleum.

“Please, Mr. Silver,” she said as she gestured towards the small platform for him to stand on, “I’d like to see how close I am with the measurements I made an educated guess at.”

He smiled at her, “Jessi, no need to be formal with me. Please call me Terry,” he yearned to hear his name drip from her sweet voice. Her large green eyes peered up at him, Terry possessed a commanding presence as well as a comfort to her, she could listen to him talk all day long with that low gravelly voice of his.

“Ok, Terry, please, if you would,” she coaxed him to stand on the platform she pulled over the curved wall of mirrors. He slid his shoes off and placed his jacket on a nearby chair. Jessi watched him with a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, seeing part of his biceps peeking under his shirt sleeves made her lose track of what she was doing for a moment.

Grabbing her flatback measuring tape and her step ladder, she measured from the top down, she grinned when she measured his full height, “Ah, 193 and point five centimeters, I was close,” she giggled.

Terry loved hearing that giggle erupt from her, he smiled, “And what are your measurements?” Such a cheeky question, she stopped for a moment, still standing on her ladder, eye-to-eye with him, she answered with gusto, “If you must know I am 160 centimeters on the dot.”

Continuing with her job, she took his arm length measurements, waist, hips, then once it came to the inseam she felt herself get the shakes, almost nervous to do her job. She had never felt this way before about doing what she did each and every day.

“Please do stand as straight as possible,” she murmured, afraid to get too loud or say too much so Terry wouldn’t notice how his mere presence alone was making her fidgety. Taking her flatback tape, much like the weapon of her trade, she slid her hand up the inside of his leg, nearing his groin her breathing hitched. The unfortunate thing about this situation and her job as a whole is how closely she must get near the groin area of every man that came in. But this was different, oh so much more different. The back of her small hand brushed ever so slightly against his package, causing her to blush as deep as a rose, Jessi never thought about the size of any man or woman that ever entered her shop… Until now.

Placing a pair of reading glasses upon her face she grabbed her sketchpad and pencil to begin a sketch, “Y-You can get down now, Terry,” she stuttered.

He caught her nervousness, he had a knack for reading people, could have been from the time in the war, the company he kept, but no, no that wasn’t it. Terry is as sharp as a tack, catching every nuance, every twitch every single thing that changes in a person. He makes her nervous, the thought made him smirk as he slid his shoes on. How much fun he could have with this.

 Ever since leaving Cheyenne, he hadn’t thought much about being with another woman anytime soon. Though his short-lived relationship with Cheyenne didn’t last much longer than a couple months at best, she used him to get what she wanted, launching an app, using his connections to get there, meeting the elites in the Valley through him and using them as well.

Terry watched Jessi as she began a rough sketch on her pad of paper of him wearing the gi he had envisioned, her voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “Now then, all black, correct? And would you like the Cobra Kai patch on the left arm or the right?”

“The right arm, please, and when you create that patch, can you place ‘Sensei,’ in the middle of the cobra?” He asked, a smile teasing the corners of his lips, he wanted to see just how nervous he made her. She sat sketching away quickly, a rather professional and clean, proportionate figure of himself wearing the gi. Terry noticed her chest rise and fall faster than before as he stood over her, watching her sketch his figure.

This is what Terry lived for, a form of body worship different than any other kind he had ever experienced, though Jessi had met him but one time she captured him in the perfect way. She took pride in her job, making that little patch perfect, just as he envisioned. Terry grabbed a stool nearby and rolled it over to her, sitting there, legs spread, encasing her, trapping her, a mouse caught.

‘Five feet three inches,’ he thought to himself, ‘Such a little thing. A doll. Could she end up being my little rag doll? Her hands are so small, working so quickly,’ his tongue ran along his top lip as he thought about how small this woman is.

A slight tremble in her hand made a debut as soon as he scooted close to her, she quickly took the pencil from her right hand to her left and toiled away.

Terry smirked, “Are you ambidextrous?”

Jessi glanced at him over her reading glasses, a slight blush as she squeaked, “Uh, yeah, yeah I am.”

Her eyes locked with the pad of paper on her knees, putting the finishing touches on her piece of art, “There,” she smiled at her work, “Now that band around the bottom of the sleeves will be red, along with the patch on the right upper arm, the Cobra Kai logo will also be in red in the center of the back as well.”

Jessi handed the pad to Terry, he looked over it in awe, she captured what he wanted perfectly. As if she climbed inside his mind and plucked everything from his brain and bled it out on the paper, quickly, neatly and dare he think, perfectly. He salivated.

“This is exactly what I’m wanting,” he shot a smile at her, “Thank you.”

He handed the pad back to her, brushing her fingers just enough to feel her, she inhaled sharply, but quietly, quickly. ‘Hm, wonder how far I can I get with this,’ his thoughts raced as he watched Jessi take her iPad and snap a photo of her sketch, getting it uploaded to a program that digitalized what she drew, ‘Goddamn. This little thing is something else. Doing all this, making sure I’m getting what I want.’

Terry alwaysgets what he wants. Doesn’t matter what it ever is, he would get what he was after, people included. He sat, watching Jessi working diligently on the now digitalized sketch, making his vision even more real than it already was. Taking off her readers, she smiled at her work, she even captured the smirk on his face and the curl of his ponytail. She handed the iPad to Terry who continued to sit close, watching her.

“This is great, Jessi. Perfect!” He smiled at her, approvingly. She grinned, taking the iPad from him, brushing his hand again Terry spotted that quick, meek grin on her face. He followed her to the register area, he clung to each word that spilled from her mouth as she babbled about getting the materials necessary for the job.

“I don’t think I’ve ever watched someone sketch something that quickly but that precisely, you are an artist in more ways than one,” he smirked, stroking her ego.

Jessi blushed deeply, “Thank you, Terry. Give me a day or so and I can get this all set up and ready to go. With things that people want in mass quantities I work with a larger company to produce more clothing at the same time, but with yours, I can have three sets of gi’s ready for you by the week’s end, if that’s ok?”

My God, of course that was ok, that meant he could come back in and see her, speak to her and see her work materialize in his hands.

“That will be perfect, Jessi. I look forward to it. In the near week or so, can I bring my students in to get their measurements?” Terry genuinely asked, trying to find every excuse to talk to her more.

Nodding, she told him, “Oh of course! The sooner the better if there’s more than 10 students though, I can bring in my help with that and then get those measurements sent off to the larger distributor. I can get each student two or three gi’s?”

Terry smirked, “Do you ever rest? This isn’t something that will be putting you out? I’d hate to work you to the bone for these.”

There were other things that were quickly coming to his mind of how he wanted to work this little woman on. Terry isn’t a small man, and for a man pushing 60, 57-years-old to be exact, he was still strong, virile, a true man’s man. This petite woman standing before him, bosom rising and falling with chuckles and breath as they spoke was giving him all manner of inappropriate thoughts. Terry caught himself highly intrigued by this woman.

“Nonsense. I can get these done, I’ll get these done before the other couple of orders and alterations I have in. You’re a neighbor after all, I see the workers are getting that place fixed up quickly. I’ll get these done for you.”

‘Mouthwatering obedient little minx,’ his mind was racing as his thoughts continued, ‘Wanting to please me already.’

Exchanging information, Terry would be in contact with her in just a matter of days so his students could get measured. He wanted his students to have a fitted gi. Any new students will receive a gi as well, but he wanted his original set of kids to have the best.

‘I wonder if I could get her to join an adult class,’ Terry wondered to himself.

True to her word, Jessi called him Friday morning to let him know his custom gi was completed. Showing up promptly when he was asked, at closing time, he glided into the shop like he owned the place. Greeted with the sweet smile he had waited all day to see, watching Jessi flick the lock and sign around on the door was everything to him. Her hips put him in a trance, following her to the back room all he could think about was bending her over the little desk that sat back there, lifting her dress up and taking her, then take her in her office then on the floor of the main shop.

He stood on the podium in front of the mirrors with his new gi crisp against his figure. Tying his worn belt around his waist, Jessi circled him, tugging at the back of his gi, then doing the same with the front, smoothing it as she tugged it just slightly more under his belt, kneeling beneath him, he felt his groin begin to twitch.

‘Little doll, that isn’t a smart position to be in,’ he chided her silently in his mind, ‘If only you’d be on your knees for me in a different manner.’

Jessi tugged and eyed how the fabric of the gi fell just at his ankles, she stood, causing Terry to let out the breath he was holding in his chest.

“Can you please hold your arms straight out, palms down,” she said quietly in her sweet voice. He grinned down at her and did as she asked, ‘Anything for you,’ he began to think. Terry had gotten rid of John Kreese, a girlfriend who wanted to use him and was in the process of getting everything he wanted, and now he found himself wanting Jessi.

Jessi stood on her little step ladder, examining the sleeves, making sure they were the proper length, as soon as she stepped down one rung, and began to straighten and tug the front of his gi, it took every ounce of discipline within him to not scoop her up and plunge his cock deep within her. He inhaled, filling his nostrils with her sweet scent, strawberries and vanilla? Intoxicating.

She gently grasped his hands in hers, he looked down at her in surprise, she stood there with a soft smile, “You can put your arms down now. You can go change if you’d like. I am very happy with how it fits, are you pleased with the fit and finish?”

Stepping down from the little podium he studied her, her pouty, kissable lips turned up in a smile, her eyes shining, he couldn’t help but meet her smile, “I am extremely satisfied. Thank you, this is art.”

She giggled and blushed, thanking him. Terry walked into the changing room to place his clothes back on. Jessi had packaged the other gi’s beautifully in a black, glossy box, even steaming the pants and tops so they folded nicely, crisp, perfect, presentable. Terry had folded the gi back into a square as best as he could, trying to replicate the perfection in which it was handed to him.

Jessi smiled to herself as she held a slender box in her hands up front. Terry emerged from the back, “Here,” she grinned, handing Terry the small box.

He looked up to her in surprise, upon opening the slender box his expression softened, a new black belt, the red stitching on one side of the belt was Japanese Kanji, his mouth slightly open, in surprise.

“‘Sensei Silver,’ is what it says. I did a lot of research to be sure I got it right. It’s on the house, I know you didn’t ask for a belt, but I wanted it make it for you as a congratulatory gift for the coming grand opening of your dojo,” Jessi smiled.

Goddamn. She was so genuine, innocent and selfless. The aura around her exuded and dripped in kindness, sweetness… Terry knew he had to have her.

“Jessi, thank you so much, this is amazing, I truly do appreciate this,” he smiled down at her, seeing just how beautifully green her eyes are.

She wrapped the gi up neatly and nicely that he had tried on, Terry dug into his pocket for his wallet, she put up a hand, “Please. It’s on the house.”

He looked at her, surprised once again, “Please, this couldn’t have been an easy job, you spent your time making these.”

She smirked up at him, “How about thanking me over some dinner? There’s a little place not far from here, Papa’s Place is the name of it. It’s cheap, good food and good ambiance, unless you’d rather pay for the cost of these?” She shot him a coy smirk, placing her hand on the box with the uniforms she made especially for him.

‘Full of surprises, I like this one… She struck first,’ Terry smiled, pleased with how sweet her voice sounded as she asked him on a date, “That sounds lovely, Jessi. Tomorrow night at 7?”

They agreed on the time and place. Jessi walked Terry out, and as she brought down the security doors, she peered through the window before she drew down the security curtain, she watched Terry sit in his car and smile down at the belt she had created just for him. Grinning to herself, pleased, she finished locking up shop.

She laid there that night, thinking about Terry’s strong arms, his intoxicating musky cologne, the way his bracelets hung from his wrist, better yet, the way his belt hung beautifully on his hips, clinging to him. Jessi giggled to herself, she had a date with one of the most sought after and hardest-to-obtain bachelors in the Valley.

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Chapter 2 here

Epilogue [End]

{This has been an amazing journey and I hope you all enjoyed some soft, daddy Terry}

The days were beautiful and filled with more love and laughter than Terry could have ever imagined was even possible for him. Marrying Jessi was the best thing he had ever done in his collective life events, of that he was sure. He had noticed Jessi seemed a little ‘hidden away,’ as of late, this worried him, he didn’t want to see his love in bad health or hurt in any way, if something was bothering her, he wanted to know, they had no secrets between them.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” He asked one evening as they sat together on the couch watching one of their favorite shows, his arm was firm around her shoulders, looking down at her, his brow knitted with worry.

She peered up at him with those large, doe-like eyes that drove him wild, “I-I’m alight, Terry,” she said half-heartedly.

He didn’t believe it for one second, call it intuition, or the fact that he was well-trained in the military to catch those little changes, but, it was much simpler than that, he knew how his love ticked and what made her tick. To see the smallest of changes within her was easy for him. He rose a brow, looking down at her, expectant of a better answer.

She sighed heavily, “Alright, fine, fine,” she rolled her eyes and curled her feet under her, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, “It’s just… Your birthday is coming up and, I have a surprise for you, and I just don’t know if you’ll like it. I mean, I think you will but it’s not what you’d be expecting.”

Terry grinned, ‘She’s been upset over a gift she has for me… Sweet as sugar, what the hell did I do to deserve this angel?’ he thought to himself as he pulled Jessi onto his lap, she straddled him, curling her arms around his neck, avoiding eye contact.

Placing thumb and forefinger against her chin, guiding her gaze up to him, “Sweetheart,” he purred, “There isn’t a thing in this world that you could give to me that I’d dislike. I got you, the best gift to myself I could ever have… Baby, the fact that you’re worried about something silly like this just means you love me,” he smirked, “Whatever you plan on giving me, don’t worry, I know I’ll love it because your sweet, small hands will hand me whatever it is. Stop worrying about it, Jess, ok?”

Still in his grasp, she smiled reluctantly, “Ok,” she said quietly, “I love you, Terry, I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”

Terry gripped her jaw, bringing her lips to his, possessively kissing her, an arm snaked around her waist, keeping her in place as she wriggled and whimpered. She loved how dominant Terry could be, it still sometimes surprised her when he would do things like this, showing his love was either with psychical touch like this or surprise weekend getaways or even the small things like letting her sleep in on weekends and making sure the staff weren’t too loud so she could rest.

Breaking the kiss Terry smiled, still holding Jessi in a vice grip, “I love you, Jessi. I always will, my soul found the one it loves in you. Don’t ever be afraid or embarrassed, for any reason when it comes to us, whether it’s a gift or an emotion. I love all of you.”

Jessi always melted when Terry spoke like this, which was more often than one would think. Terry had an immeasurable sweet side, not many saw it, Jessi thought herself lucky that she saw the sides and pieces of this man and she could keep it all to herself.

‘I really, really hope he likes it,’ she worried to herself as she wrapped around Terry on the couch. Meanwhile, Terry sat there, content with Jessi on his lap, wrapped around him. Oh how he longed for the cool evenings when he would get home late to see Jessi wrapped up in his sweatshirt and sweatpants waiting for him on the couch, to easily lift those clothes from her beautiful flesh and warm himself against her.

A couple days later, Jessi took the afternoon off when she knew Terry couldn’t get away from his classes, his birthday was today, she had already, um, celebrated a little before he had left for work. He had woken up early, as always, she woke when his alarm went off, whispering ‘happy birthday, Terry,’ was all it took to make him smile then send a warning that he wanted to hear her scream his name before he left for the day. Of course, Terry got what he wanted.

She had to make the finishing touches on the painting she had worked endless evenings on. Terry always respected her art room, only entering when Jessi would giggle and tell him it was alright. He knew how important her painting was to her and wanted to give her the space she needed when she wanted to blow off some steam.

Duality. The very painting Jessi had on a large, six-by-five-foot canvas that Terry mentioned he would love to see finished. A self-portrait of sorts, one half of Jessi’s portrayal of herself melting into an ‘evil’ or ‘alter ego’ of herself. The light hues of the blues, greens and pale colors on her ‘normal/human’ side of the canvas, the greens of her eyes bright with accents of white to mimic a reflection. The ‘evil/alter ego’ side of her a contrast of dark forest greens, blacks, deep wine reds, a sinister smile on her face. Terry would mention it on occasion, that was the only painting she had never finished, and it was the one painting that she had ever used such a large canvas for.

The ethereal art was finally done, and Jessi hoped with everything within her that Terry would like it.

Jessi peered over her canvas, her eyes heavy after the last four hours she spent within her colors, she smiled, took a marker and carefully initialed and dated the dry paint in the corner. The opening of her easel on the back was perfect for her to write a personalized message for her husband.

‘To my husband, today is the day we celebrate you and nothing but you. I love you more than words could ever express. You are my heart, my muse, my love. May your days always be splendid, may my love suffice, may the good days outweigh the bad and may you feel the love that my warmth provides. I know this has been your favorite unfinished piece, I wanted to finish it for you, I hope you like it.

I love you, forever and always. Happy birthday, Terry.

Love, Jess’

She smiled, both in relief and satisfaction with how well the painting turned out. Sealing the painting after she had several fans finish the drying process. Running the pads of her fingers gently across the entirety of the artwork, she felt no tackiness, the wrapping paper she had picked out weeks ago sat patiently in the corner. Watching a couple videos online of some of the best ways to wrap a gift like a pro, she had fashioned a bow out of scraps of fabric, adhering it to the upper corner. Jessi decided to wrap the painting ‘backwards’ so that once the wrapping was torn away Terry could see the message she wrote first before flipping the canvas around.

A smile, always present on her face, walked with the awkward sized painting into the bedroom, it was almost always his first stop upon returning home so he could change into something more comfortable, or some formalwear for whatever gala event could be taking place that they were to attend. Not missing a beat Jessi dug into the back of her underwear drawer to retrieve a box of some of Terry’s favorite cigars, hurrying into the bathroom to scramble and grab another box that was hidden within a box of pads underneath the cabinet, she chuckled to herself, that was the perfect hiding place, the box within a box was a bottle of Terry’s most-used colognes.

The canvas, cigars and bottle were placed perfectly on the bed, not to mention the lovely card to add to the small gift pile. She knew Terry would be arriving home soon, rushing to clean herself up and place a dress on, she hurried down to the first floor to wander outside and wait to hear the roar of the engine from down the road.

Terry beamed seeing Jessi standing there waiting for him with that beautiful smile on her face. He quickly parked his car, scooping her in his arms and twirling her around, she giggled and laughed, making him smile even more, Terry always looked forward to coming home nowadays.

Pressing a kiss to her lips he smiled, holding her face in his hands, “How was your day, baby?” She was giddy, telling him she had a productive day and how happy she was to have him home. Terry firmly took her small hand in his, walking up to the third floor to their room, just as Jessi planned. Once they got to the door, Terry took Jessi in his arms once more, loving to hear the giggles come from his wife.

“There’s a surprise in there for you,” she murmured in between kisses.

“Oh? I thought my surprise was under this dress, perhaps that decadent set of lingerie I know you bought but haven’t worn yet,” he purred into her ear, nibbling at her neck.

She giggled further, “Let’s get in there, baby. I do have gifts in there for you.”

Terry melted, seeing the genuine smile on her face, opening the door he turned, still with Jessi in his arms, spotting the gifts on the bed. He placed Jessi gently back down, kissing her deeply, whispering sweet ‘thank yous’ to her. Sitting on the bed, he eyed the box of cigars, lifting the lid and taking in the aroma, he thanked Jessi again. Next, he opened up the card that Jessi wrote a sweet birthday message in for him, including a risqué photo for his wallet, featuring Jessi in a hot red teddy, her breasts peeking through the thin, mesh material, Terry smirked, placing his lips against the photo and placed it into his wallet.

He was happy to get a new bottle of cologne, he was nearly out. “Thank you so much for these, sweetheart. These are wonderful, now, time for this big one,” he smirked, placing the gift against his lap. Tearing away the paper he was greeted with yet another sweet message, nearly sending tears down his face, God he loves this woman.

Turning the large canvas around, he let out a breath, taking in the imagery before him. It was everything he knew it would be and then some, running his fingers across the length of the painting, he was silent. Jessi stood, worrying her bottom lip, hoping that Terry liked it, hoping that the silence was a good thing and not one of him trying to figure out how to say he liked it.

Terry quickly and silently noticed the reflection of himself painted in her ‘human’ side of the canvas, he was portrayed as giving her a bouquet of flowers. He really was her muse.

“Jessi,” he breathed, easing the tension in her heart, “This is the most marvelous thing I have ever laid my eyes on. This is breathtaking, sweetie, I fucking love it.”

Jessi smiled, sitting next to him on the bed, she wrapped her hands around his arms, watching Terry peer over the painting for the millionth time. His bottom lip began to quiver, “Honey, this is the best gift I have ever received. Thank you.” Placing the painting gently on the bed, he grabbed his petite wife, pinning her to the bed, they laughed, Terry spoke sweet nothings and inappropriate things to her.

“I’m glad you like it, baby,” Jessi giggled in between Terry’s assault of kisses.

“I love it, Jess. This is the perfect birthday I could have ever had, I love you so much, baby,” he said as he began to press even more kisses against her neck. Terry ravished her once more, the slow sweet love was all he could think about making with Jessi at the end of the day. Half-dressed, breathing each other’s names in the throws of passion, Terry’s hair falling out of his slicked back ponytail, Jessi’s fingers white from clinging to his shoulders.

After the pair cleaned up, they put their matching black and red robes on. Terry followed Jessi into the kitchen, he quickly noticed the staff had been long gone. “Where is everyone else?”

“I sent them home for the day. I want to be the one to cook for you, unless there’s something else you’d rather do… if that’s the case I’m driving,” she grinned at him from across the kitchen island.

Terry smiled, “This is perfect, baby. What do you plan on cooking for me?”

“How about…” She thought for a moment, “Chicken carbonara?” Terry’s eyes lit up, she informed him that she knew how to make it just like Papa’s Place. The very restaurant where they had their first date.

Terry watched Jessi’s hips sway back and forth in the kitchen as she collected everything. He was finally, genuinely happy with his life, he had his wonderful wife that he would move worlds for, business was more than going fantastic. Something so simple as watching his wife cook him a birthday dinner and babble on about this and that filled his heart more than full.

He rose, for someone so large, he was so quiet, he wrapped his arms around her waist making her squeak in surprise. Curling around her, he buried his nose in her soft hair, feeling her beneath his fingers, whispering, “I love you… So damn much,” in her ear, summed up their life.

The touching, kissing, and the sweet words were in abundance all their days.

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