"sweet Lolita, will you let me touch you now?"

Lolita giggled as she raced through the house, away from Mason who was chasing after her with a grin on his face. Day three of her visit, and she was enjoying herself today due to the playful mood of Mason who was currently gaining on her. She let out a squeal when she sharply turned the corner of the hall and he reached out, he almost had her but he tumbled into the wall with a laugh.

"You can run but you will grow tired little one!" Mason yelled after her, as he stood up from the floor and continued the chase. Lolita was pumping with adrenaline because she was almost caught, her feet pattering softly against the tiles as she ran down the hall into one of the many rooms of the bieber's residency. Mason was thankful that his mother was gone and his father was in his study, he wasn't going to reappear until later this evening. "Where are you little one?" He whispered as he walked directly passed the spot where she was actually hidden.

Lolita held in a giggle as she tip toes further into the unknown room, she noticed there was another door slightly ajar as she walked closely she could see what was inside. It was full of book, novels, many other things, almost as if it were a library. Now lolita loved books, so the sight of hundreds of them in her presence made her Curious and upset that she hadn't discovered it sooner. She had recently finished her book and had nothing else to read, now that she discovered this room she would be cooped up in this room until her departure.

Her hand reached out and pushed the dark wooded door open slowly, Lolita's eyes scanning the room as she stepped in. Her feet hitting the now carpeted floor with soft thuds, and her finger tips lightly brushing over the rows of book. Her eyes read the titles rapidly, most of the books were older and many of them a compilation of poems by authors Christopher Marlow,
Francis Beaumont, even her not so favorite authors.

Lolita's eyes then land on a stretch of books that seemed to be in the Greek mythology genre. She immediately picked up two of the books which were in mint condition, almost as if they were touched. Lolita was almost scared to open the book because it was nice, instead she placed them down and plucked another book up. The story of the goddess of love Aphrodite, she hummed and tucked it under her arm, continuing her search she then quietly walked to another section.

The section belonged to Hailey, it consisted of hot steamy sex stories, romance, and even extremely erotic novels. Lolita's curious eyes search the shelves, noticing that many them hadn't even been read. She was enticed by the titles of the books, so much that she wanted to curl up in this room and read them all. No one would see or bother her, she would jump into the world of ecstasy and pleasure.

No one would bother her,

That wasn't exactly the case, since Justin bieber was standing at the opening of the room watching as Lolita stood on her toes to reach a book out of her reach. Her hair was curtaining her view of the door as she reached higher, the book was within reach.

Of course she knew she wasn't vertically inclined, but she didn't care. She didn't care if her arms had to stretch to a certain extent, she didn't care if she exposed when retrieving things from higher places. Just like now, she didn't care or know that justin bieber was staring at her bottom because of the length of her skirt. All she cared about was the book above her just begging to be skimmed over, she had no idea how vulnerable her position was.

But Justin did

Justin noticed how the back of her thighs pressed together while she reached, he how noticed the dark mane of hair cascaded down her back and to her waist, he noticed the look of her tan skin, he noticed how her small hands stretched for prize.

Hell, he even noticed her nails were a different color, pink, just like her underwear.

Justin couldn't help but be transfixed, although Lolita was young he couldn't believe no one had touched her. He knew she was a virgin, but he just couldn't believe it; he would think the horny fùckboys her age would be chasing after her and she would give in eventually but he would find out soon that Lolita wasn't just something to get but instead something to hold on to.

Something he would hold on to.

Justin still hadn't moved nor made his presence noticed, he was too caught up on her curious eyes and grabby hands. It wasn't until she actually got the book and turned around to find a overworked yet aroused Mr. Bieber standing in the door way, she inhaled sharply and jumped with the books clenched tightly to her chest. He wanted to laugh at her reaction, instead he smirked and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his gray slacks.

"What are you doing in here?" Justin demanded, he wanted to make it seem if he were upset just to see her reaction. Lolita relaxed but still held the books tightly, she wasn't scared nor nervous at the moment but his tone was dripping with dominance; something that turned her on. He watched as her lips parted and a strain of hair fell in front of her vision, he wanted so desperately to push back and kiss her forehead in the process.

Lolita finally cleared her throat and answered back with as much attitude as she could muster up "Obviously I'm reading, sir." Her emphasis on the word sir made Justin's pulse quicken, how easy could he get? Justin took a step closer to her and attempted to hide the title of the books by gripping them even tighter to her chest. Lolita instantly took a step back, not wanting him too close.

" May I ask, What are you reading?" he questioned her, lolita wondered why he was so close and why did he want to know. She furrowed her eyebrows and took a step back when he took another step forward, Justin watched intensely at the way she pulled her bottom lip in between her lips. Being that he was close enough, he reached out and pulled her lip from the slight grip of her teeth with his large thumb. His eyes set on the way her lip bounced while Lolita's breath hitched and her panties became moist. "What are you reading Lolita?"

Becoming bold, Lolita spoke up with her hazel eyes staring into his; "Why don't you find out?" Justin blinked and hesitated to make sure that he heard her right, Lolita rose her eyebrows with an expectant look on her face. As if she were waiting for him to reach out and touch her;

And that's what she got.

Justin slightly pushed her so that her back hit the bookshelf behind her with a soft thud, Lolita's grip loosened on the books and he took the chance to slip them out of her hands. Stunned, Lolita looked up at the tall man who was covering her body with his own, he held the books in one hand and trailed his hand up her arm with the other. Justin hummed as he read one title, the one on Greek mythology then he switched his eyes to the other book while his hand continued to caress her arm.

Lolita was enjoying his touch drifting into a state of euphoria when his finger tips grazed her skin, her eyes fluttering when his fingers moved to her shoulder, but she was brought back when Justin spoke up. "What are you doing with this, sweetheart?" he questioned, Lolita's eyes opened fully and landed on the book in his hand. It was the erotic book. Lolita was silent, which was rare, Justin grinned down at the young girl. "This is one of my favorites. "

Lolita's eyes widened, she couldn't believe he read this kind of stories. She would've thought they belong to the woman of the house but come to find out, Justin had been reading them. "You- You read these? " she questioned, tilting her chin up to look him dead in the eye. With an amused expression, Justin nodded his head while lolita stared at him in shock "Wow."

"Would you like me to read you my favorite part?"

Lolita wondered if that would be a good idea, if she should listen to the sensual words roll off of his tongue, if she should enjoy the sound of his voice speaking such filthy words, if she should enjoy it. Instead of worrying, she pushed away any doubt's she had and looked him dead in the eye. "Yes." Justin then hummed, satisfied with her voice and flipped open the book.

Justin made sure his body was against hers, then moved his hand up her arm as he began to read. "She was beautiful, and mine. Every inch of her deserved to be acknowledge and praises, from the collar of her neck to the pink flesh of her flowering pussy." Lolita almost gasped but with all the power within her she held it back , Justin's hand slowed down and move to the back of her thigh. "She was a sight, a sight that only I would see. My mouth yearned to taste her salty yet sweet skin, to bestowe kisses upon her swollen nipples and heavy breasts."

Justin stopped reading but his hand continued to move up the back of her thigh, he glanced down at the trapped girl and his own cock grew under the fabric of his pants. Lolita was breathing heavier and lust filled her eyes, "Don't stop." she whispered to him, her voice unable to go any higher because of the lust pumping within her.

Justin wanted to throw the book down and ravish her against the book shelf, but he held back with all his will power and continued on with a swollen cock. "I always hear the echoes of her moans within my head, the screams of pleasure I bring to her when I - when I pound into her little body." Justin stuttered slightly, only because he wanted to pound into her little body at the moment. Lolita noticed, but said nothing; she only listened. " The way her nails scratch me, the way she tells me not to stop and I don't. The way she whimpers when I spread her pùssy and tease the pink glistening flower."

Lolita whimpered at the line and Justin heard it, he quickly glances down at her and notices that her hand was now on his chest; gripping the fabric of his shirt between her fingers. Lolita was turned on beyond belief and this pleased Justin, he wanted to push his fingers up her skirt but he doesn't instead he asks; "Are you aroused Lolita? "

Lolita doesn't answer, she only bits her lips because she was imagining Justin spreading her open and kissing her glistening flower; if he ever did want to, she would let him. Justin then gripped the back of her thigh and brought her leg up around his waist causing her to gasp and whimper yet again, his lips lowered to the shell of her ear and he asks once more; "I said, are you aroused Lolita? "

Lolita's small hands still grip his shirt, he didn't mind at all because the sight of a panting and arroused lolita was enough to overrule any anger to come from a wrinkled shirt. "yes, Mr. Bieber, I'm- I'm so fùcking wet." she admits aloud, Justin is pleased immensely with her word choice; she was wet. He wondered how her arrousal tasted, he wanted to find out, quickly.

He had to or it would kill him.

"Do you want me to do something about that lolita? I know your little fingers don't please you at night." If it wasn't possible, Lolita's panties soaked even more. She wasn't worried about the wet spot that would be noticeable on his pants, she didn't care about consequences, she didn't care if mason was still searching for her; she wanted relief. So she nodded, Justin drops the book and grips her chin between his fingers "sweet Lolita, will you let me touch you now?"

And lolita didn't think about anything else, she only uttered the words that would probably change everything between her and Mr. Bieber;

"yes, please touch me."