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shuddered, pressing her thighs against one another as she barely remembered to flip the pancake.
    “We can, however, see about teaching you a bit more control, I think… Last night I told you that you could come as many times as you wanted, but this time, you are not allowed to come until you have finished every bite of your pancakes. Remove your fingers.” She did as commanded, wiping them off thoroughly on her apron; she’d wash them once this pancake was off the skillet…
    His words, though, had more than betrayed that he had more planned, and Beth tensed when she heard a familiar humming behind her. “Open your thighs.” She gulped and did as ordered, only to moan deeply as a thick, whirring vibrator slid inside of her slit, filling her practically to the brim and making her quiver uncontrollably, aching. “Good girl… Now, as I said, you are not allowed to come until you’ve finished your breakfast… If you do, you will wear those delightful bell clamps the rest of the day, without the ice this time. Understood?”
    “Y-yes, Master,” Bethany stammered, shutting her eyes tightly as she pressed her thighs together again and tried to focus on something other than that incessant whirring that made her arousal pour down her thighs.
    Ciaran moved away from her, resuming his seat as she put the third pancake on his plate; the recipe made six. Quickly, she shuffled to the sink and washed off her fingers before carrying his plate to him, blushing deeply and trying to ignore how he was smirking at her. “Do not forget the butter and syrup, Bethany.”
    She nodded mutely and went to the fridge, finding spreadable butter and setting it on the island. She didn’t have any idea where the syrup was, though, and she whimpered and moaned as she desperately searched for where it was stashed; every minute she wasted was another minute she grew closer to her punishment. God, she didn’t know how long she could hold it in, especially after last night. Her thighs were trembling, when she almost squealed with delight as she found the syrup bottle. Hastily, she headed back to the table and set it down for him before moving back to the stove to make her stack of pancakes.
    Beth could feel his gaze upon her as he slowly, nonchalantly ate away at his stack of pancakes, enjoying her predicament immensely. “Mm… These are very good pancakes, sweet Bethany. Cinnamon, is it?”
    “A-and nutmeg, Master,” she confirmed faintly as she hurriedly flipped the first pancake onto her plate.
    “Don’t cook them too quickly, sweet Bethany. You wouldn’t want them still to be mostly batter.” She whimpered and nodded, shutting her eyes and forcing herself to wait until the next pancake was properly cooked before shifting it onto her plate. Finally she poured the last one, which spread out onto the pan a little too small, but more than big enough to be edible. Anxiously, Beth shifted on the balls of her feet as she stood there staring at the batter, willing it to cook. It didn’t seem to really have the inclination, and her slit was pulsing and pouting between her legs as she forced herself to think of anything but her growing arousal.
    Finally, the pancake was done and she hurried over to the table after turning off the burner and grabbing her plate. She gasped harshly as she sat down and the vibrator wedged itself deeper into her slit, in time with Ciaran’s chuckle. The butter and syrup were still right beside him, and he only lifted a brow at her when she looked at him plaintively. Beth whimpered, then stood up enough to grab the butter and syrup before sitting back down. A shudder wracked her for a moment, toes curling under her seat, and she reached for her knife.
    For the first time in her life, she hated her diligent need to thoroughly butter every inch of the top of each pancake; she wished she had just taken to heart her father’s motto that only the top pancake needed butter. Ciaran was barely halfway through his stack as