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thef1diary · 23 days ago

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Dab of Mischief | C. Sainz

— fulfilling a request sent to bon: sugar daddy carlos unlocked loads of filthy thoughts. I'm not sure if you're comfortable writing this but he sneaks some stimulating cream on your panties and it hurts beyond measure but in a good way, you just don't know that yet. He knows what's happening when he sees you itching and rubbing then pretends to be oblivious. You finally tell him and then he's eye level with your pussy, finally, and his idea is to cool you down with ice. Directly on your clit, slipping one inside you and plugging your hole with it in using his fingers not letting you move as you moan it's so cold but he just tells you it's going to make you feel better and that he doesn't want his baby going through any problems, especially no "problems" with your pussy.

warnings: 18+ content, sugar daddy!carlos, use of stimulating cream, oral, fingering, temp play (ice), gaslighting/manipulation if you squint, hint of shy/innocent reader.

wc: 3.5k

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Carlos always had a knack for spoiling you, and today was no different. He’d arrived at your apartment earlier than planned, his signature smirk lighting up his face as he greeted you with a kiss and the promise of a day filled with indulgence.

“I’ll wait while you get ready,” he said, his voice as smooth as honey. “We have plenty of time, mi amor.”

You smiled at him, feeling your chest flutter at the affectionate nickname, and excused yourself to take a quick shower. As you disappeared into the bathroom, Carlos made himself comfortable in your bedroom. His sharp eyes scanned the space, eventually landing on the outfit you had neatly laid out on the bed. A soft blouse, snug jeans, and a pair of delicate, lacy panties sat perfectly arranged.

The sight made him smirk, his mind buzzing with mischief—your clothes already laid out only making his plan easier. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tube of cream—something he’d picked up weeks ago after hearing about its heightened sensitivity effects. This was the perfect moment to use it. He dabbed a small amount onto the crotch of your panties, the creamy substance cool to the touch. Carefully, he rubbed it in, leaving no trace of what he had done. Satisfied, he returned the tube to his pocket just as the sound of the shower shutting off reached his ears.

When you emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, wrapped in a towel with droplets of water clinging to your skin, his gaze darkened. You offered him a small smile, your damp hair falling in soft waves around your shoulders.

“Sorry for the wait,” you said, moving to the bed to grab your clothes. His presence was a distraction, the way his eyes lingered on you making you flush as you returned to the bathroom to get dressed.

The door was left ajar, enough for him to watch as you slipped the towel off your body. You didn’t notice the way his jaw tensed as you slid your panties on, the snug fabric pressing the creamy spot to your clit down to your hole. He clenched his fists, willing himself to remain composed as you finished dressing up.

By the time you were ready and heading out the door, he was back to his usual self, holding your hand and pulling you towards his sports car with promises of spoiling you.

The first sign of discomfort hit you about ten minutes into your shopping trip. At first, it was subtle—a faint tingling sensation that you dismissed as nothing. You thought maybe it was just the heat of the day or the material of your jeans rubbing oddly against your skin. But as you moved from store to store, the sensation intensified.

You tried to ignore it, but your body had other plans. Every movement caused the fabric of your panties to press against you, amplifying the sensation. Your thighs brushed together as you walked, and it sent tiny jolts of something you couldn’t quite place coursing through your body. It wasn’t just uncomfortable now—it was unbearable. A deep, pulsating heat throbbed between your legs, making you more desperate with every step.

Carlos noticed everything, of course. He held your hand tightly as you moved from boutique to boutique, occasionally brushing his thumb over your knuckles as if to soothe you. But his dark, knowing gaze lingered on you far too long to be casual, especially when he saw the way you fidgeted and shifted in place, your other hand, holding a few shopping bags, twitched as though you wanted to itch yourself. It amused him to no end, though he kept his smirk hidden, playing the oblivious and concerned role perfectly.

“Everything okay, princesa?” Carlos asked, his tone casual, though the glint in his eyes told a different story.

“Yeah,” you said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just a little tired, I think.”

He hummed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “We can take a break if you want.”

You shook your head, determined to power through, though every step felt like torture. The stimulating cream was doing its job perfectly, its effects spreading with each movement. Your panties were slick against your skin now, the heat and friction building until it was almost impossible to think about anything else.

The urge to touch yourself was overwhelming, the need to relieve the maddening burn between your thighs growing stronger with every passing second. Your breath hitched, and before you could think twice, you brought your joined hands down in front of you, pressing them subtly between your legs as you walked.

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, his smirk deepening as he felt your grip tighten around his hand. Your hips shifted slightly, barely noticeable to anyone else, but he felt it—the way you pressed yourself against your joined hands, rubbing ever so slightly.

You didn’t even realize what you were doing at first, too consumed by the sensation. But when Carlos gave your hand a slight squeeze, your eyes darted to his face. His expression was unreadable, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your stomach flip.

You swallowed hard, your face burning as you quickly moved your hand away from your cunt, your body screaming in protest. The throbbing between your legs was beyond unbearable now, and you struggled to keep your composure as Carlos led you into yet another store, his grip on your hand firm.

He dragged the shopping trip out longer than usual, taking his time as he browsed through racks of clothes and asked for your opinion on things you barely registered. All the while, your mind was consumed by the heat and slickness between your thighs, your movements growing more desperate as you tried to find some kind of relief.

By the time you finally made it back to the car, you were practically squirming in your seat. Carlos started the engine, his gaze flicking to you as you rubbed your thighs together for what must have been the hundredth time that day.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his tone teasing now.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, though your flushed cheeks and shaky voice betrayed you.

He didn’t push, though, he was enjoying this far too much.

When you finally got back home, you all but collapsed onto your bed, letting out a frustrated sigh. Carlos followed you into the room, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed as he watched you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“Okay,” he said finally, his tone firm but calm, the deep timbre sending a jolt through your body. “What’s going on?”

Your face burned, the weight of his attention making it impossible to meet his eyes. You squirmed under his gaze, trying to find a position that offered some relief, but the heat only grew stronger. “I… I don’t know,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just—something feels weird. Down there.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow, pushing off the doorframe and taking slow, deliberate steps toward you. The intensity in his expression made your thighs clench involuntarily, and you bit your lip to stifle a whimper as the pressure only seemed to make things worse. He crouched in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your knees, his dark eyes boring into yours.

“Down there?” he repeated, his tone soft but teasing, sending another pulse of heat straight between your thighs. “Mi amor, you’re going to have to be more specific than that. Tell me—what exactly is going on with your pussy?”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, your cheeks burning hotter than ever. “Baby—” you started, your voice shaky, but he cut you off, his hands tightening slightly on your knees.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “It’s my pussy, isn’t it? You should’ve told me sooner. What kind of bad girl suffers through this pain alone instead of asking for help?”

Your embarrassment deepened, your hands gripping the sheets as you struggled to find the words. “I-I didn’t know what to say,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “It’s not just pain, Carlos—it’s… it’s pleasure too. My pussy is so hot, so wet, and I don’t know what to do.”

He hummed, the corners of his mouth twitching upward into a smirk. “So hot, so wet,” he repeated, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. “Poor thing. Why didn’t you tell me sooner, princesa?”

“I didn’t—” you hesitated, glancing away. “I didn’t think you could help.”

Carlos chuckled softly, the sound sending another wave of heat through your body. “You don’t think I’d know what to do? Nena, I know your pussy better than you do.”

Your eyes widened, your breath hitching at the confidence in his voice. You wanted to argue, to tell him that wasn’t possible, but the throbbing heat between your legs clouded your thoughts, leaving you helpless against the weight of his gaze. Slowly, you nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Okay… okay.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands sliding up to your hips as he tugged at the waistband of your jeans. “Now, let me see.”

You lifted your hips obediently, letting him peel the denim down your legs. The movement made you gasp softly, the fabric brushing against your soaked panties and sending a jolt of sensation straight to your core. Carlos stilled for a moment, his eyes locked on the damp patch that clung to your skin, the entire material saturated with your arousal.

“Tsk,” he tutted, shaking his head. “Look at this mess. You’ve been walking around like this all day?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you squirmed under his gaze. “I didn’t know what else to do,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Carlos leaned closer, his breath warm against your inner thigh as his fingers traced the edge of your panties. “Don’t worry, mi amor,” he said softly, his lips brushing against your skin. “I know exactly how to fix this.”

Before you could respond, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down and exposing your slick, swollen folds. The cool air against your heated skin made you shiver, but the sight of him staring at you with such focus made your body burn even hotter.

“Let me check,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, as he pressed his lips to your inner thigh. His tongue darted out, tracing a slow line towards your cunt, and you whimpered, your hands clutching at the pillow beneath your head.

“Carlos…” you murmured, your voice breathless.

“Shh,” he cooed, his tongue finally brushing against your folds. “Let me see just how hot you really are.”

And then he began, his tongue working expertly against you, every stroke igniting a fire that spread through your entire body. You gasped and moaned, your fingers tangling in his salt and pepper hair as he devoured you, his hands holding your thighs apart to keep you from squirming away. The intensity of his movements left you dizzy, and when he hummed against your clit, the vibrations sent you spiraling toward the edge.

Carlos didn’t stop, his tongue and lips working in perfect rhythm to push you higher and higher. “Such a good girl,” he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Let me fix what’s mine.”

His tongue pressed against your clit, swirling in precise, deliberate circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. His grip on your thighs was firm, keeping you spread open and completely at his mercy. Each flick of his tongue was paired with a gentle suction that made your hips jerk involuntarily, desperate for more of the maddening sensation.

The wet sounds of his mouth against you mixed with the soft murmurs of praise he whispered between licks, his deep voice vibrating against your swollen clit.

“Such a sweet little pussy,” he muttered, his lips brushing against your slick folds before diving back in. “You taste so good, mi amor. Always so perfect for me.”

The heat inside you was unbearable, winding tighter with every stroke of his tongue. You cried out as he sucked your clit into his mouth, the sensation sending a jolt straight to your core. “Carlos—please,” you begged, your voice breaking as your body trembled.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening as he smirked up at you. “Please, what, princesa? Tell me what you need.”

“I’m so close,” you gasped, your thighs twitching in his grip. “Please don’t stop.”

Carlos chuckled, the sound low and indulgent, before burying his face between your legs once more. His tongue flicked against your clit with renewed fervor, and when he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, the coil in your stomach snapped.

You came with a loud moan, your back arching off the couch as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Carlos didn’t let up, his mouth and fingers coaxing every last tremor out of you until you were left trembling and gasping for air.

As your breathing steadied, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your throbbing clit, the tender gesture sending a shiver down your spine. When he finally looked up at you, his chin slick with your arousal, his dark eyes were filled with satisfaction.

“Feel better yet, nena?” he asked, his voice a mix of teasing and genuine concern.

You swallowed hard, your face flushed as you nodded. “A little,” you admitted, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. “But I… I still feel so hot. And—” You hesitated, biting your lip. “Even more wet.”

Carlos tilted his head, a knowing smile curving his lips. “Still so needy, huh?” he murmured, brushing his thumb lightly over your inner thigh. “I think I know just the thing to cool you down.”

You frowned slightly, confused, but before you could ask what he meant, he stood and left the room. When he returned, he held a small bowl of ice cubes, the sight making your eyes widen.

“Carlos, what are you—”

“Trust me, princesa,” he interrupted, setting the bowl down on the nightstand. “This will help.”

Carlos pulled you to the edge of the bed by your legs before kneeling before you like a king on a throne, his every movement calculated, deliberate, and drenched in authority. He brought your legs over his shoulders, his breath fanning over your cunt. There was an air about him—his confidence, his experience—that made you feel utterly powerless in the best way possible. He wasn’t just touching you; he was owning you, knowing exactly how to handle your body as though it were made for his pleasure alone.

“Mi preciosa,” he purred, his voice thick with adoration and control, “you’ve gone through all this without saying a word? What am I going to do with you?”

You squirmed under his gaze, the heat between your legs only intensifying as he dipped his fingers into the bowl of ice, lifting a small cube that glistened against his tan skin. “Lucky for you,” he continued, his tone dripping with dominance, “I know exactly what my baby needs.”

The first touch of the ice cube against your clit made you gasp, the sharp cold like a shock to your overheated body. You tried to jerk away, but Carlos’ strong hands held you firmly in place.

“Don’t move,” he commanded softly, his voice both soothing and unyielding. “Let me take care of you, nena. You’re mine, and I don’t let what’s mine suffer.”

The ice slid over your folds, melting quickly from the heat radiating from you. The sensation was maddening—cold and wet, yet somehow soothing. Carlos’ fingers expertly guided the ice, teasing your hole before slowly pressing it inside you.

Your gasp was loud, your walls instinctively clenching around the foreign coldness. “Carlos—” you whimpered, but he shushed you, his free hand stroking your inner thigh in a calming motion.

“Relax, mi amor,” he murmured, his tone low and steady. “This is good for you. I’m going to fix this little problem of yours.”

The ice cube moved in and out of you as Carlos used two fingers to guide it, thrusting it gently but firmly, letting the cold seep into every inch of your heat. You squirmed beneath him, the conflicting sensations overwhelming your senses.

“It’s so cold,” you whimpered, your hips writhing as your body tried to adjust to the sensation.

Carlos smirked, leaning in closer so his lips brushed against your slick folds. “That’s the point, princesa. You’re too hot for your own good, but I’ll cool you down.”

He pushed the ice cube deep inside you and held it there, his fingers pressing firmly against your hole to keep it in place. You squirmed, your body instinctively trying to push it out, but Carlos’ grip on your thighs tightened.

“Don’t fight it,” he said, his voice a dark growl. “Stay still or I’ll make this last even longer.”

You whimpered, your body trembling as the ice melted slowly inside you, the cold radiating through your core. When he finally let go, your body reacted instinctively, pushing the ice out, only for him to use the same melting piece on your clit.

Carlos leaned down, replacing the piece of ice gliding against your clit with his mouth, his tongue warm and wet as it flicked over your sensitive nub.

The contrast was dizzying—his hot tongue against your clit and the cold ice replacing it moments later. Your hands fisted in the sheets as you cried out, the sensations pushing you closer to the edge.

“You’re dripping for me,” Carlos muttered against your skin, his lips brushing against your clit as he spoke. “Such a good girl, letting me take care of you.”

He alternated between sucking your clit and pressing a small cube against it, his movements precise and unrelenting. When the cube melted completely, he reached for another, sliding it over your clit before slipping it inside you, repeating the process.

Your body was on fire despite the cold, every nerve ending hyperaware of his touch. He thrust the ice cube in and out of you with his fingers, and when he leaned in to suck your clit again, the pressure was too much.

“Fuck—Carlos!” you screamed, your back arching as your release crashed over you, your body shaking from the intensity.

He didn’t stop, his mouth and fingers working you through it, his tongue lapping up every drop of your arousal as though it were his reward. When you finally stilled, trembling and spent, he grabbed the remaining shard of ice that slipped out of your pussy and tossed it back in the bowl before pressing a soft kiss to your clit, his lips warm and tender.

“Feel better now, nena?” he asked, his voice rich with satisfaction as he looked up at you, his dark eyes gleaming with pride.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you nodded. “So much better.” You couldn’t help but stare at him in awe, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. “How do you always know exactly what I need?”

His smirk deepened as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh. “Because I take care of you, princesa. Your body is mine—I know it better than you do. And I’ll always know how to make my girl feel good.”

You flushed at his words, warmth spreading across your chest as his possessiveness sank into your skin like a brand. He helped you sit up, his hands never leaving your body as he pulled you into his lap. His strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he kissed the top of your head.

“You’re perfect for me,” he murmured, his lips brushing your hair. “And I’ll make sure you’re always taken care of. Always.”

You leaned into his chest, your breathing slowing as the aftershocks of your release melted into a hazy warmth. His hands stroked over your back, soothing and steady, and you couldn’t help but marvel at him. Carlos always seemed to know exactly what to do, exactly how to soothe you, exactly how to make you feel like you were floating.

Still, you had no idea that the fiery, overwhelming intensity you’d felt today was orchestrated by him—the stimulating cream on your panties was his little secret. As he held you close, his lips brushing over your temple, he allowed himself a small, self-satisfied grin.

The tube of cream was still tucked away in his pocket, and he was already imagining the ways he’d use it next. He’d finish the tube soon, no doubt about it. Maybe next time, he’d focus on your nipples, smearing the cream over the sensitive peaks just to watch you squirm under him. He could almost hear your whimpers now, see the way your body would arch for him, desperate for relief.

You hummed, content and utterly spent, as you nestled against him. “Thank you, Carlos,” you murmured. “You always take such good care of me.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he kissed your forehead. “Always, nena. You’re mine to care for.”