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at the reminder that she was only wearing an apron, but his gray eyes were approving as he approached the island in the center of the kitchen.
    “Uhm, morning,” she greeted after a moment, quickly turning back around to finish setting out the silverware. “Yeah, I just… I thought it might be nice to eat something homemade before we get… distracted. I hope it’s okay that I just helped myself.”
    “It’s fine, Bethany,” he answered lightly, moving nearer to her and kissing her forehead softly as he moved to sit down. “Besides, contrary to what you may have thought, I did sample some of those cakes and cupcakes that you made. They were delicious, so I can only assume that your pancakes are just as satisfying.”
    She smiled brightly at him. “Thank you. I hope so. They’re an old family recipe. Really easy, but nothing else I’ve ever had has beaten them. They’ll be ready before too long, the skillet just needs to heat up… Uhm, do you want any coffee? I don’t know where your coffeemaker is, but I’d be happy to make some.”
    “I don’t have a coffeemaker. I’ve never been particularly fond of artificial energy boosters such as caffeine. I do have some tea, though, if you would like that,” Ciaran offered lightly, even as he reached for the cup of orange juice she had poured and sipped at that.
    “No, that’s okay. I’m actually… really energized myself, even with how… intense the past few days have been,” Beth replied, with a blush lifting to her cheeks again as she returned to the skillet. She gave the bowl of batter one more whisk before pouring out the first pancake into the warm pan. It was easy at least to find a spatula hanging from the rack over the island.
    He was quiet for a minute as he watched her work; she could feel his gaze on her hips and her bare ass, and swallowed softly as she monitored the edges of the pancake. It didn’t take long to need to flip it. She smiled softly to herself at how thick and fluffy it looked, and after another minute scraped it off to deposit on a plate. The next bit of batter was poured into the skillet.
    “I am glad you have been enjoying yourself, sweet Bethany,” Ciaran broke the silence at last, and she froze, gulping down a wave of excited trepidation as his voice lowered to a familiar purr. When he was happy with her, if she was doing something right while trapped under his cuffs and chains, he always sounded like that. “Play with your clit.”
    “Yes, Master,” Beth breathed, licking her lips lightly. Instantly, her hand darted between her thighs, shoving aside the edge of the apron. She moaned softly as her fingers parted her nether lips and found that oh-so-sensitive button between her thighs, rubbing at it slowly as her other hand flipped the pancake.
    She could hear the chair he was seated in scrape lightly across the kitchen floor as he stood again and drew nearer to her. His hands found her hips, and soon he was grinding against her rear as he bent over her shoulder, nibbling at her skin. Beth moved the second pancake off the skillet and set aside the spatula for a second so she could pour out another one into the griddle.
    “There is a temptation, I think,” Ciaran growled softly into her ear, “to bend you over the island and spank you until you come. We have both discovered, after all, that you do so enjoy that… But what a waste of perfectly good pancakes that would be. Put two fingers inside of your slit.”
    Beth had still been playing with her clit as his hot mouth moved over her throat, but she instantly abandoned it to thrust two fingers deep inside her hot, dampening tunnel, gasping as she did. He smirked against her. Some part of her ached at the thought that he wouldn’t spank her to save the pancakes, but she nodded softly.
    “Yes, Master… It would be tragic…” Ciaran grinned against her neck, and then Beth squealed when his hand smacked down hair upon the round, exposed curve of her ass. She hissed and