"Good girls do what their daddy says my pretty Lolita",he said tugging on my underwear.
"But that's not even my name Harry"


2. Arrangements/Mrs.Styles

Olivia P.O.V.

When I wake up I'm no longer at the restaurant. I'm in a king size bed. Black duvets cover me, and so does Harry. He's nuzzled in my stomach. I run my hands through his messy hair, and a smile appears on his face. 

"Well good morning to you too," he laughs.  

"Morning daddy," I say back. 

This makes him jolt his head up.

"Fuck, you almost gave me a hard on with that," he groans sitting up in the bed. 

"Well you said to call you that," I say rolling my eyes. 

He only shakes his head and unplugs his phone from the charger. 

"Well anyway I gotta go." He goes to get up.

I get out the bed and head to the bathroom. Honestly, not gonna lie, but this bathroom looks like it's bigger than my own bedroom. It's so modern. Everything is so clean, and no there's no doubt he must have a maid or something. I turn on the shower and the water falls from the ceiling instead of from a shower head. And there's a box in there so that I can change the temperature without turning the knob. 

I strip out of my underclothes and hop in. The stinging water wakes up my sleeping body and I feel like I have energy now. God did I want this shower. I pick up a blue lufa that seems unused and grab the bottle of Tom Ford. I didn't even know that Tom Ford made body wash products. I washed myself, and the stuff made me feel luxurious. 

I step out and grab a black towel. At the bottom of them are his initials. They are bold white letters in cursive. 

I wrap the towel around me and walk back into the bedroom. Harry is walking around in his boxers talking to someone on the phone. 

"So, do you always talk to people in you underwear," I laugh. 

He gives me a stern look but continues his conversation. 

I sigh and walk to his closet. It's neatly filled top to bottom with designer brands, from Chanel to Dior and Balenciaga. I go to the part which looks like his night clothes. Calvin Klein boxers and sweatpants are folded and stacked on black shelves. I choose a pair of boxers with a Green Bay packers sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. When I'm changed I go to the room and plump down on the mattress. 

"Yes sir I'll be there in half in hour. Alright, you take care too"

When he's done, he throws the phone on the bed and crawls on and snuggles into my chest. 

"I have to go to work soon, but you're going to stay here ok?"

"Um, Harry I have a job too. Actually, I have to leave so I'm not late"

I try to get up but he keeps me down. 

"You don't have a job. Well, really your job is to be my Lolita or sugar baby"

"Harry, that's not a job,"I pout. 

He sighs and wraps me in his arms. 

"Look Livy, I have been looking for my Lolita for the longest of times, and when your friend told me about you I knew I had to have you."

"But Harry, how am I supposed to support myself?"

"Me silly. I'll give you everything your little heart desires. All you have to do is be with me. It's quite simple."

"So all I have to do is sleep with you for the rest of my life? Um, no thank you."

I get up and grab my dress from last night. I leave without a single word. I'm halfway down the steps when he grabs my arm. 

"Come on Olivia. I'll do anything."

Hm. He would do anything?

"Fine, I'll be your Lolita or whatever if Louis can live with us."

"Louis can't stay with us, love" he sighs. 

"And why the hell not?"

"Because what we do is only our business,"he says sternly. 

"Well then go find someone else."

I remove my arm from his and walk down the rest of the stairs. 

"Look, he can't stay with us, but I'll get him a condo. Now that sounds fair yeah?"

Well, Louis has been griping about our place for months now, and I know the new place would make him happy. Besides I'm not paying for it, so why not?

"Yes it's fine, but I have one last request before you go to work."

"What's that?"

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. 

"Fuck me, daddy"

He smirks and lifts up the sweatshirt. My chest is bare because he doesn't have any bras and I don't wanna

re-wear the one I had on last night. 

"God,"he mumbles, squeezing them. 

He places his hands under my thighs and lifts me up. He slides down the sweatpants and the boxers. 

"Eager, aren't we?"I laughed. 

He looks at me with dark eyes. 

"You have no idea."

He pulls down his boxers and his member practically springs out. He groups my chests while I stroak him. He feels thick in my smaller hands. I softly rub the tip with my thumb and he digs his nails in my chest. 

"Fuck, calm down,"he groans. 

I only repeat the process. I feel his pre cum leek onto my hand but I keep stroking. He lets go of my chest and I get on the floor. And it's clear I'm just gonna blow him this time. I lick my lips and lick the tip quickly. He tangles his hands in my hair pulling slightly. I wrap my mouth around him and start to bob. 

I bring my head back and rub the saliva. I can feel him tensing. So I press my tongue against tip. 

"Olivia, damn. I'm so close baby,"he moans pulling on my hair. 

I put my head back on and take all of him in. I hollow my cheeks and begin to deep throat. This makes him lose it. He fills my mouth up and I struggle to swallow all of it. When I'm done I look up at him. His eyes are hazy. 

"Will you marry me?" He asks.

"What?" I say confused. Maybe he was out of it after that intense moment.

"I don't want any other man to have your beautiful lips around them."

"Are you serious?"

He just looks at me. 

"Why the fuck wouldn't I be serious, love?" He says with a pushed smile "So yes or no?"

I know if I say yes it will change my life forever. I will become Olivia Styles. The wife of one of England's richest men. But I feel Harry and I can be more than a Daddy/baby girl relationship. 

"Yes,"I smile. 

He gives me one back and helps me up. 

"Hi there Mrs.Styles"


I fixed the grammer errors! :) This is my font for now guys. Hope you enjoyed the chapter! - Willow <3


I might have to change the rating on this to R ;)

Hope u enjoyed the little smut there.


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