She thought for a moment, then said, "It's not amusing, really, it's more...ironic. I was just remembering when I was a child, my mother used to get so impatient sometimes, trying to get tangles out of my hair, and it was much longer then, so the tangles were a lot worse. My father would hear her yelling at me, sometimes, to stand still while she tried working on them, and he would look at me as if to remind me to just do what she said and be patient. Don't get me wrong, my mother is a very warm and loving person, but sometimes, she just doesn't have patience for little things that seem to get in the way, so we've all had to make allowances for that. And my father is a very patient man. The ironic part is, that in all the years my father listened to her yelling at my older sister and me about it, he never once tried to learn how to untangle our hair so my mother wouldn't have to deal with it any more—and he adores her." She looked up at him with her next sentence, " And now, here you are, doing something my own father would never have done and with more patience than my mother was capable of. I just sort of like seeing the differences in people's personalities and trying to figure out what it is that makes them different."
He thought about what she told him as he continued working on the back of her hair, remembering when his girls were younger and why he had taken the time to learn how to untangle their hair. Then he realized that the times he spent doing that gave him a chance to talk to them and learn about what they had been doing and how their days were spent when he was away from them on location. He asked her, "Diana, did your father spend a lot of time away from your family when you were young?" She shook her head no. He inhaled slowly and quietly, then held his breath as he asked his next question; "Do you feel like he didn't pay enough attention to you when you were growing up?"
"No," she said with a slight laugh, "Just the opposite. My father would take me places with him all the time; even to just the grocery store or service station, and we would talk a lot. He would read stories to me sometimes, but we never played games or anything like that, except he did teach me how to play poker when I was four; and I always knew he loved me." She heard him exhale heavily like he'd been holding his breath, and she began to wonder why he asked her that.
He had asked her these questions hoping to get an answer to help show her where the differences came in between her father and himself, and to lay to rest something else that had been nagging at the back of his mind as well. "Well then, that explains it," he said. She looked up at him with a question in her eyes, so he continued; "I spend a lot of time away from my children shooting movies. When I was home, doing little things like getting the tangles out of my daughters' hair, gave me a chance to spend a little time just talking to them and learning what they'd been up to while I was gone. Your father didn't need to do that because he spent time with you in other ways. He was a smart man, because untangling hair is not an easy job!" He said that last part through his teeth as he worked on her last stubborn knot.
She appreciated his insight into why he had done something for his daughters that required a level of trust and indicated closeness, but that her own father had not done for her. And she could see he was right—she and her father were always close and she trusted him implicitly—whereas he had to take what opportunities he could to show his children that he loved them because he was gone so much. But she still had the feeling there was more to his last question than that. So she asked him, "Why do I have the feeling that you had another reason for asking me about my relationship with my father?" She looked up at him as she finished that question, and he avoided looking directly at her.
He had just finished getting that last knot out and was starting to run the comb through her, now, tangle-free, soft hair, and said, "There you go, no more tangles!" and handed her the comb as he started to turn away.
"Not so fast!" she said, as she grabbed the tie on his robe and pulled him back around to face her as she stood up. The tie loosened and his robe fell partially open down to his hips, making him look especially sexy.
He had a slight frown on his face; he didn't want to admit to her that he'd been unable to completely shut out of his mind the idea that the only reason she was so attracted to him was because she saw him as some sort of "father figure." He'd still been feeling a slight lingering of guilt that he was somehow taking advantage of her. And the fact that she liked him calling her "little girl" hadn't exactly helped to dispel that notion. Now that he knew she didn't have any "daddy issues," there was nothing to hold him back, and he wasn't quite sure how that was going to make him react when their lust came back full force again, which could be at any second. He wasn't quite sure what to say to her at that moment, and he opened his mouth a couple times to try, but nothing would come out.
He looked so uncomfortable, and to see him at a loss for words with her, amused her, and she smiled and chuckled softly. Then she remembered that he was avoiding answering her question about why he had seemed so curious about her relationship with her father—and suddenly she thought she knew why he was so uncomfortable.
She climbed onto the bed on her knees right in front of him, which put her almost at eye level with him. She looked at the expanse of his hard chest where his robe was gaping open and brought her hands up to caress him there. Then she looked up into his eyes and she thought she saw a slight warning look, but also the beginnings of embers, and she said, "You still think I'm too young for you and that I see you as a father figure, is that it? Well, let me reassure you that I definitely do not need another 'daddy,' and the reason I like you to call me 'little girl' only has to do with the fact that you're such a 'big man' and...I'm...so...small..."
She had started her second statement with a sexy groan to her voice, and moved her right hand down his chest, undid the loose tie of his robe, and then reached her hand down to grasp his dick just as she said "big man"—then faltered on her last words, her voice drifting off as she felt his cock grow from half mast to fully hard as soon as she wrapped her hand around it! And the look in his eyes instantly went from smoldering to blazing hot! Now, she was speechless; there was a stunned look on her face and her mouth was gaping open. She was so stunned, she didn't even realize that her hand was still gripping his hard shaft like a vise, until she felt his hand on hers prying her loose!
Finally, it seemed, he was able to surprise her. He grinned in the sexiest way, enhancing the look in his eyes, as he reached forward and undid the tie of her robe and opened it with his hands so he could see her body. Then he looked straight into her eyes as he told her in his gravelly voice, "You're partly right, little girl. I was harboring a little guilt, still feeling that I had to be taking advantage of some need you probably had for a father figure, and it may have been holding me back in some way. But now that I know this has nothing to do with any 'daddy issues' on your part, there's definitely nothing left to hold me back, so now I'm going to eat you alive!"
With that, he gripped her upper arms, lifting her slightly, and threw her straight backward onto the bed, causing her to let out a small shriek as she landed with her head on the pillows. He shrugged the robe off his shoulders, just letting it fall to the floor, then he leaned down and crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees. Slowly, he crept right up over her, staring into her eyes the whole way—looking every inch like a predator about to devour his prey.
As she watched him moving toward her, she was trying to deal with her confusion over their switch in positions. She had thought she was going to have to seduce him in a way that would convince him she did not see him as a father figure. But, it seems he had already figured that out, and now he was seducing her and...boy, was he good at it! The hunger in his eyes and the sight of his hard body in such a predatory pose over her had the faltering flame in her pussy, from her confusion, roaring instantly into an inferno! She wanted to touch him.
He saw the fire come up in her eyes and saw her start to move as if to touch him, and he growled in his throat to warn her, then said in a sexy command, "Don't move, little girl. I'm in control at this moment because I have a very specific image in mind of what I want to do to you next. But you have the power to take control away from me when you touch me...so please don't, OK?"
He saw her eyes widen slightly at his warning and then her nod that she understood. Then he saw the passion in her eyes deepen even more and he realized she wanted him to take control! Good. He leaned back on his knees in a crouched position straddling her thighs, and his monstrous cock was hanging, pointing straight at her face. He saw her staring at it with a wanton look as she slightly bit her lower lip, then licked her lips and closed her eyes and gave a soft moan. He knew what she was thinking. "You want to suck my cock, don't you little girl?"
Her eyes flew open to his face, and all she could do was whimper and nod her head yes. She looked and sounded so desperate again, like she had been in the shower earlier, only this time she was desperate to please him. How could he refuse? His image of him touching, tasting, kissing and licking every part of her body could hold for the moment. He smiled at her as he pushed himself backward off the bed and stood up. Then he paused for a second as he looked at her and said, "I'll be right back." He turned and strode out of the bedroom completely naked.
