"You're fùcking with me sweetheart, I'm sure I can be your only daddy."

Lolita had only been terrified twice in her life.

When her first semester report card came in the mail.

And when she accidentally dropped her mother's brand new thousand dollar vase.

Now, was her third time.

The rapid clicking of shoes sent multiple alarms off in both Lola and Justin's bodies. They were already pulled apart, but now they had to figure out a way to avoid being caught. Justin looked around, wanting to find a quick way out of the situation but he couldn't think. "Mr. Bieber, someone is going to catch us!" Lolita exclaimed in a whisper, hearing the tap growing closer as if it were closing in on them.

Click. Clack

Thump. Thump.

The beating of their hearts matched the rhythm of the sound, if not a tad faster. Suddenly they ceased. "Justin? Brother, now I know you didn't shut me out!" Jaxon was back, standing on the other side of the door with a cup of melting vanilla ice cream in his hand. He leaned in as he heard the harsh movement on Justin's end, then the wooded door swung open revealing a flushed man.

"Whats up? " Justin said casually, his arm resting against the door frame. Jaxon gave his brother a quizzical look, his eyebrows rose as he looked at his brother's appearance. Justin's heart was beating as if he had just finished a marathon, he was fearful that Jaxon would step in his office and glance to the left to see a young girl hiding in the corner. Lolita felt pathetic, yet again as she pressed herself against the wall; hoping to just melt into it somehow, unnoticed by Jaxon.

"I brought your ice cream, can I come in? I h-"

Justin's heart dropped and he quickly shook his head. "oh no, I need time alone to finish this project. Its a lot riding on my shoulders."

Jaxon ears perked up , he was surprised to hear that his big brother was in need of help since he usually was the one that helped others. The fact that his brother had been struggling, excited him because it conveyed that his bother wasn't all that perfect either and he too made mistakes. "You? My brother? Struggling?" he said asked if those words shouldn't be in the same sentence, to Jaxon they couldn't.

Justin gripped on to the door, his brother's tone seemed taunting to him and it made him agitated. If it weren't for the fact that Lolita was being hidden, he would've had a retort but all he was worried about was getting Jaxon away from his study; fast. If his brother didn't leave in the next few minutes, he was going to go crazy.

"Ha ha," Justin laughed sarcastically, while his brother held an amused expression and a large grin. "Leave Jaxon, tell Hailey I won't be down for dinner. Too much work." he lied, yet again, but Jaxon only nodded and shoved the half melted cup of ice cream into his hand causing Justin to laugh nervously. When he noticed his brother had yet to move, Justin tilted head and shot his brother a glare that could make anyone scurry away.

"Alright, I'm going, you can get the stick out your ass." Jaxon held his empty hand up as if he were surrendering. With a small turn Jaxon made his way down the hall, but not turning to give his brother one of his famous grins. Justin shakes his head as his chest heaves with relief as he tossed the melting ice cream into the nearby trash bin, Jaxon was gone and out of his hair. His brother could be, in his honest opinion, annoying. It had showed just moments ago but aren't all little brothers annoying?

Especially the ones that interrupt your time that was supposed to be spent on cheating on your wife, indeed was that annoying. Yet, it didn't stop justin from closing his door softly and locking it, he had a young girl to deal with. Lolita was now out of the corner but Justin barely missed her worried expression as he turned back to her. He knew that look. For the short time being that he knew her, he had already knew what she would say just by readying her facial expressions; well, sometimes.

"I know Lola, baby we have to listen out more. This is the second time." he said beating her to it, he ran a hand through his slightly fading brown hair. The tousle of it made him seem stressed, over worked, and worried, in which he happened to be all three. Lolita's eyes flickered over his not yet wizened face, noticing how his lips turned into frown as he glanced at her.

Lolita pushed away the small strand of hair that found its way towards the nape of her neck. "Yes, you're right." of course, she had accepted that, and she knew. Next time they would have to gain control of their senses, something they seemed to lose when they're around each other. If not, then the obvious could happen, the man's life ruined while the girl would be kept under close watch. Lolita didn't want that happening, and neither did Justin.

The pair remained silent, not really knowing what to do with each other. The faint sounds of the rest of the bieber family was outside now, in the back where they always seemed to retire, it was also a reminder that what they were doing was no where near okay. Lolita was impassive as she spoke up again. "I think I should go." feeling as if she over stayed her welcome, Justin instantly panicked; he wasn't sure how to get her out without being unnoticed and he didn't like that her visit only lasted a measly ten to fifteen minutes. Not counting Jaxon's intrusion.

"Lola wait, you can't leave yet, I need more time with you." he says, his voice coming out surprisingly calm but he knew he was seconds from acting in such a different way. Lolita titled her head, studying his calm demeanor, wondering how it was possible for him to be that nonchalant. If it were her in his position, she wouldn't hesitate to kick him out and cut off all ties without a single care in the world.

"I have to leave, it isn't wise of me to stay around with your family and my mother is expecting me home."

Oh, Dian was back

Those things slipped his mind, he wasn't worried too much about Dian. He knew her type of parenting, lenient and willing to let their child run wild. Justin was sure that her mother wouldn't miss her but his family would miss him; he knew Hailey would be at his door knocking within the next thirty minutes, he had come to the conclusion that maybe it was wise of her to leave. As much as he hated to watch her go, he'd have to.

"Fine, just-" he paused, sighing as he pushed a hand through his brown locks, a sign of distress. "Just call me tonight, or I'll call you I just need to hear you."

His confession sent a shiver up her spine, Lolita had a love hate relationship with the sweet words he would tell her. She loved when Justin spoke dirty but when he says things that are too amicable , unwanted feelings surface and Lolita didn't like the unwanted feelings.

"Yes sir." Her reply seemed harmless to her but Justin felt as if she were teasing him, like the little minx he claimed her to be. "How about I call you at 2? " Justin nodded his head as he watched her figure inch towards the door. "You know what , I'll just face time you- it'll be better that way." Lolita was stalling, Justin figured that out as soon as he saw her reach the door and she failed to open it.

Justin couldn't help but smirk slightly at the young girl, standing a few feet away. "Are you waiting for something?" he teased, Lolita narrowed her eyes at him before taking her bottom lip between her teeth. Justin knew that sign, she gave him the subtle lip bite many times before, his body began to heat up yet again and his playful demeanor was replaced. "Come here sweetheart, kiss me before you go."

Lolita's legs moved involuntarily before she could stop herself, she was in front of Mr. Bieber with her small hands on his chest. Justin pulled her close by wrapping his arm around her waist, cupping her cheek with his free hand , he tilted her face up to meet his lips in a tender kiss. Lolita could feel the difference in this kiss, he was holding her as if she were the most delicate prize and that caused Lolita's heart to flutter. She hummed against his lips in content as she slid her hands up his chest, around his shoulders and to the nape of his neck.

Justin loved the feeling of her hands caressing him, it brought him to his knees, everything Lolita does brings him to his knees. He knew it, but he was having a hard time stomaching the fact that she did have complete control of his body, and soon enough; his mind. He pulled away quickly, leaving Lolita breathing erratically and confused.

Justin cleared his throat.

"You should go - before I end up taking you."

She wasn't taken aback by his blunt confession, in fact Lolita liked the sound of that, but she wouldn't tell him yet. Instead, she ended up nodding lazily and straightening out her clothes.

"I'll call you tonight bieber."

And he couldn't wait.

To Justin's disappointment, she was already out of the door and sneaking her way out of the house. Bieber sighed and leaned against his wooded desk, thoughts scrambling within his head and a heavy weight seemed to be laying on his chest. He was worried about the wrong things; like possibly not seeing Lolita soon enough, not his possible strategy for keeping them from getting caught. If he didn't think of a way to avoid that, he won't be seeing Lolita anytime soon....

-

The night had fallen, it was now nearing 2 am, it was 1:56am to be exact. Justin continuously checks his phone as he sits in his office with the door locked and his lamp light shining, anticipating hearing and seeing her yet again. After Lolita departed earlier, he was in a horrible mood, his own wife couldn't figure it out but nonetheless said nothing. Only setting his caffeine on the desk as he typed away on the laptop, completely and unintentionally ignoring his own wife.

Mr. Bieber bit his lip nervously as he looked at the time again, 1:57am, and cursed because only a minute passed. He started to put his phone down and claim to himself that he was ridiculously childish, waiting on a call like a blushing adolescent. Lately, that's how Lolita was making him feel, with foolish thoughts and wondering hands. But Justin had her the same way, blushing and in a constant state of arousal, wanting nothing more than to feel the roughness of his finger tips against her soft skin.

The clock read 1:58 am as his phone vibrated quickly in his hands, stopping suddenly. Justin furrowed his eyebrows as confusion washed over him, Lolita had sent a text, instead of calling him like she promised. Without hesitating he click the message, not expecting to see just a single picture that made his whole body heat up. Lolita's soft hazel eyes staring into the camera, the same lips he often thought of kissing were full and pink. A sheer bra covering her ample breasts, the ones he longed to to touch before, now he was on the verge of storming next door without a care.

It was the text she sent next that stopped him and had his blood boiling as the green monster came to play.

Opps, wrong person. It read.

Suddenly he grew angry, his forehead creasing in disbelief as he stared at the two texts that she had sent him. The fuck did she mean, he thought to himself. He refused to believe that she would send such a sinful picture to someone else, it was for him, he tried to convince himself. But of course, it was hard for him to do such a thing, Lolita was a good looking- stunning young girl. He was foolish not to think she had men awaiting her calls and text backs like he was.

Idiot. Old ,desperate idiot.

The harsh vibrations of his phone broke him from his self taunting thoughts. Lolita was contacting him now and he contemplated on even answering now, he his hand through his hair yet again; Lolita was driving him insane. Instead of ignoring her, something he couldn't do, he swiped his finger across the screen and watched as her face came into view.

"Hi ," she whispered as she grinned, her room lit brightly so Mr. Bieber was able to see her clearly. He couldn't give her a full smile, instead giving her a small tilt of his lips. Lolita saw right through it, frowning as she watched his impassive face on her macbook screen. "Whats the matter now? You don't want to be up with me?"

Unable to keep his jealousy at bay, he blurted out what had been eating him alive "Who was that fùcking picture for Lolita? " he growled lowly, the sudden urge to be possessive over her overcame his senses. Lolita was taken aback for a moment, not used to the sudden anger emitted from him. She tilted her head in the camera and laughed when she recovered from the shock.

"For an older man, you're quiet challenged." she mused, grinning as she spoke to him and Justin couldn't help but feel angered that he wanted to smile back. "Its for you , baby. I just took it."

Was she lying?

"Then why did you say you sent it to the wrong person?"

Lolita rolled her eyes and sat her laptop on the bed so he was able to see her half naked body clearly, not acknowledging it due to his angry state. "It was only a joke, did you get my text afterwards bieber before you go cave man on me?" she pulled her hair from its pony tail as she spoke to him, feeling her dark hair fall down to her waist as she sat with her legs folded. Justin couldn't help but admire her beauty , although he was processing the fact that she had joked with him about something he took so serious. "You didn't? So if I weren't kidding around, what would you have done if I sent those pictures to Daddy #2?"

Justin's lips finally turned up into an amused smile before answering with the blunt truth, "Then we'll have to record a nice little video of you crying out my name with my head between your legs and send it to number two. " he shrugged his shoulders and watched as Lolita roll her eyes at his words. "Who is number one, might I ask? Hopefully its me. "

Lolita smirked.

"No, you're number three. "

Lolita grinned as she heard his low growl , jealous was he. "You're fùcking with me sweetheart, I'm sure I can be your only daddy." she laughed quietly as she took a look at his appearance, the lamp light in his office made it easy for her to see his slightly fading brown hair and charming smile.

"You are my only daddy." Lolita mumured seductively, teasing him further. Justin sighed deeply, a mechanism to take control of his crazy testosterone. His eyes widen when finally noticing her appearance, half naked in the sheer bra she took a picture in, the left bra strap falling off her shoulder as she titled her head with her hair falling down her shoulders; giving off an innocently sexy look. The mood changing drastically, heated stares exchanged through the screen and sinful thoughts ran through each others minds.

Lolita suddenly trailed her finger tips up her shoulder slowly, deciding in her mind that she would be giving him a show. She wanted to have him craving her touch every waking moment, it would feed her confidence, something about men wanting her touch turned her on. Men like Mr. Bieber who had wives but would sneakily glance up a young girl's skirt.

Justin's eyes stayed glued to her moving hand which pulled at the fabric of her sheer bra, biting her lip teasingly she gasps softly as she pulled the strap of her bra down exposing her breasts to him. He gulps and let's out a shaky breath, his hand aching to grip her round perky breast and his lips begging to be around one of her dusty brown nipples. Lolita's eyes smolder him, causing his now hard cock to stand up noticeably because of his lack of clothing. A pair of briefs and no shirt seemed like a good idea to him.

"Sweetheart," he calls out, Lolita hums sweetly yet innocently, she's anything but. Mr. Bieber wants more from her, he wants to be physically there as he commands her next action, "Pinch your nipples, pretend its me giving you that pleasure."

A small whimper escapes her lips at the command given, she trails her hand up softly to her right breast squeezing it softly before rolling her nipple in between her thumb and pointer finger; giving it a squeeze as she moaned softly. She could imagine his rough fingers teasing her nipples as she laid in front of him, naked and vulnerable. He could imagine, feeling her soft skin in his hands and hearing her soft moans in person, not just through a screen.

"Mr. Bieber- I'm so wet." Lolita would say to him as he would take his sweet time, kissing every inch of her body, her cunt would receive many. Justin would have his hand wrapped in the dark mane as he pounded into her, or Lolita could have her fingers in his hair when she would be on his lap riding his length. Many possibilities sprang in both their minds and before Justin knew it, he was stroking his cock through the fabric of his briefs.

Lolita was shocked to hear his groans and see his hand move quickly, but she couldn't see what she often craved to wrap her lips around. Her breathing became heavy as arousal soaked her underwear, and before she knew it her fingers were in her panties, stroking her clit. Justin hooded eyes took in the sight of the young girl pleasuring herself, and couldn't help but remember the last time he saw her like this.

With her head tilted back, erratic breathing , rocking her hips with her hand between her legs; she was beautiful. The way she looked was surely a Kodak moment, he was transfixed by the way she pleasured herself. Before he knew it, he was stroking himself faster after freeing himself from the restrains of the fabric, muttering words of encouragement to the young girl.

That's right baby, rub your clit, pretend its me.

Such a pretty cunt.

That's mine, your cunt is mine sweetheart. You're mine sweetheart.

All of which brought her closer and closer to the brink of her orgasm, Justin following close behind. Lolita whimpered softly as she leaned back against her soft pillows, giving her better access to her throbbing clit and giving Justin a better view. A familiar pit in her stomach started to arise, he knew it because her moans grew slightly louder but not too loud. He remembered the way her thighs trembled slightly last time as she grew closer to her undoing.

Mr. Bieber couldn't escape the groans that fell from his lips as his seed spilled from the head of his cock, he couldn't escape the moaning young girl who had came with trembling thighs and heaving breasts. The sight of her glistening cunt was second most beautiful thing he had seen, the first was her eyes. It was from that moment on out that he knew that the beautiful young girl would be the end of him.

The end of his sanity.