D/G Feast Story: Dragons Don't Cook Dessert
Title: Dragons Don’t Cook Dessert
Author: Rhina
Rating: NC17 for sexual situations and smut
Recipe: Caramel Shortcake (Shortbread)
Summary: “I tell you, I know how to do it!” Draco snarled, glaring down at the female redhead who had her arms folded across her chest...
“I tell you, I know how to do it!” Draco snarled, glaring down at the female redhead who had her arms folded across her chest and was staring at him like he’d grown a second head in the past five minutes that they had been discussing Christmas culinary desserts. Her brows rose in skepticism and fueled his annoyed response of, “I can too!”
“Draco Malfoy knows how to cook dessert?” Ginny drawled out, a slight smirk (learned from him of course) turned up the corners of her lips. “This I have to see to believe. I never trust the word of a Malfoy.” The teasing wink completed her taunt.
“You’ll see,” Draco snarled marching toward the kitchen with Ginny trailing right behind him. Tossing back her red hair, she chuckled with amusement at the sight of his firm arse which seemed to be telling her off as much as his arrogantly stiff back.
“Maybe I will and maybe I won’t,” Ginny mused as they entered the kitchen, gleaming and spotless through the efforts of the tireless house elves. “Why don’t you say we make a bet of it?”
“Fine,” Draco snapped, clearly without the ability to modify his temper at the moment - she always seemed to know how to push his buttons. “Ground rules, Red?” The words were a deliberate slap in the face as he only called Ginny that horrid name when he wanted her so riled up that she would lose her ability to think logically and instead react in anger.
This time Ginny managed to resist the flare of temper at the atrocious nickname. “You have the make the dessert without any kind of aid - no house elves or magic - nothing but the old fashioned muggle way of doing things.” She smirked, clearly pleased and feeling smug at her win already being assured considering how little he did the muggle way regardless of the fact that he never cooked. “If you fail, a night of slavery of my choice is the forfeit.”
“Your choice?” Draco drawled out raising an eyebrow sardonically. “Does that mean you get to choose the slave?”
Her temper showed now as she stamped her foot in impatience. “I get to choose the night. You’re the slave you ruddy prat!”
Of course the reason he reeled her in and constantly worked to piss her off was the brilliant sparkle in her eyes and the flush of red that warmed her cheeks. It made him hard and hot all over to see it and that attraction usually led to a great deal of shagging. But unfortunately it wouldn’t this time. This time he had a bet to win. “Same deal for me then,” Draco smirked with confidence. “You as my slave for the night that I name.”
“Done,” Ginny agreed, holding out her hand to him. They shook hands briefly and then Ginny summoned a chair and sat down, watching his every move not just because a man who cooks is sexy as hell but also to make sure that he didn’t violate the rules of their wager.
Even though her eyes were on him for the entire time, Draco moved throughout the kitchen with confidence as he easily shook off her piercing gaze. It took him a few moments to gain his bearings and discover the current hiding places for several things that he needed. Of course, he recalled most of the ingredients but he couldn’t remember things exactly. Frowning as he puzzled things over, he glanced at Ginny. “Can I summon parchment and a quill or would that upset your precious wager?” he sneered at her, rolling up the sleeves to his shirt.
With a wave of her wand, Ginny summoned the requested items. “Just to be certain of things, hand me your wand,” Ginny stated, holding out her hand for it.
“Excuse me?” Draco said, startled, but he quickly hid it behind a ferocious glare.
“You heard me Ferrety, the wand please,” Ginny said with a cool smile, hand further out now.
Grumbling about women and their unreasonable demands, Draco pulled it out of his side holster and slapped down on the table. “Satisfied?” he snarled, grabbing the parchment and quill and turning his back to her to start scribbling on the parchment while shooting Ginny dirty looks.
“For the moment. I won’t be completely satisfied until I am laughing at your failed attempt,” Ginny purred, taking his wand and seductively fondling it, hoping to keep him distracted and off balance - she planned on winning this bet for once as she hadn’t won any of the prior ones that she could recall.
It took a lot of effort and gritted teeth, which he was certain was ruining his perfect dentition, to ignore her gestures. Draco wanted to win once more and he would make sure of it. Ignoring the fondling of his wand with its decidedly sexual overtones, Draco continued to scribble down the mess of ingredients before finally coming to a conclusion that he did remember most of them. The measurements wouldn't be precise, but they should work as a near enough approximation to make it taste the way it should and certainly not accidentally poison the little witch at the table. For, of course, if she was poisoned, he couldn't have his wicked way with her as he certainly planned to - and nothing ever dared to interfere with his plans.
The cunning look on Malfoy's face had Ginny a bit concerned. She didn't like it when he started plotting. Since in general his plotting meant that slave collar and heels (gods above how those damn things pinched her feet). She didn’t like his furious scribbling on the parchment and she was definitely displeased when he determinedly pulled out the ingredients and started working. It was high time for a little distraction.
A smug smile of pleasure turned up the corners of his lips as he mixed together the butter and the sugar and carefully added the flour. Only when he was spreading the mixture into the jelly roll pan did he take a chance to glance over at Weasley.
Ginny’s distraction was slowly coming to fruition. It had started with the unbuttoning of her robe and shedding the heavy black garment on to another chair. From there her hands had worked on the buttons on her blouse as her feet came up and rested on the table. The position made her skirt ride further up on her thighs. She was all long creamy legs which Draco was always drooling over and she knew it would entice Draco even more than the hint of cleavage from her slightly unbuttoned blouse.
What she didn’t expect is that it didn’t work. His grey eyes slid over her and while they flared for a moment with the arousal of his desire, they continued on as if she wasn’t really there. Taking his pan, he slid it into the oven and moved to the stove and the pot there.
Of course what Ginny clearly didn’t know was that it had taken quite a bit of strength for him to ignore her siren’s lure. Her body was a temptation that he rarely, if ever, denied himself since the moment that they had first started dating. Of course he couldn’t let her win with cheating. But if that’s how she wanted to play it, his little sly minx, he would be happy to oblige her. Grinning he stirred the mix on the stove, bringing it to a boil just as the oven signaled that its contents were finished.
Taking the pan from the oven, he flicked a brief glance toward her to make sure that she was watching him. In the few minutes since he had last glanced at Ginny, she had lost her blouse and sat there as a vision of temptation in only a bra and skirt. Glancing back at his pot of hot caramel, he considered how to pay her back for her little show. Tipping the caramel over the base fresh from the oven he got a rather devious idea. As it cooled, he swirled some of the caramel around his finger and slowly sucked it off, making sure that those brown eyes were fixated quite clearly on him. His tongue flicked along his finger and made sure that all the caramel was cleaned off.
Turning to her, he offered her another finger full of caramel. “Care to taste some?” he asked in the voice that was made huskier by his arousal that had occurred at the sight of her nearly nude form.
All Ginny could manage was a nod. His actions with the caramel had left her speechless and clearly aroused by the sight of the nipples delineated by the simple cotton bra. Her mouth watered as he moved closer with the caramel. She clearly expected him to offer her the finger to clean but Draco had other ideas about these things. He was not going to allow her this moment as another chance to torment him. Oh no, this was all about subtle revenge along with winning the damn bet.
Closing the space between them, Draco took his caramel laden finger and rubbed it gently across her lips leaving behind a bit of the sticky sugary substance. A soft pink tongue flicked across them to taste the flavor before looking up at him with those wide brown eyes, pleading with him to give her a chance to suck the rest off of his long digit.
Draco was not that lacking in intelligence at this point in time, despite the fact that seventy-five percent of the blood in his body was rushing to his cock, making it nice and hard. He knew it would be a fatal blow to lose control at this stage in the game they were playing. He had already nearly won after all.
In order to ensure his victory, Draco did not offer her the caramel coated finger again. Instead it slipped into the cleavage between her breasts where his mouth followed behind to clean off her skin. Even though he hadn’t dragged the caramel that far, he nibbled along the line of her bra and teased the skin underneath before closing his mouth over each hard nipple in turn and sucking them into his mouth. That talented finger slid over her stomach and left the caramel behind which he quickly licked off before pulling back and looking at her. “Delicious isn’t it?” he purred softly meeting her gaze.
Ginny was panting with desire and wanted some completion and not the kind that involved him finishing his dessert. Of course Draco was egotistical enough to simply walk away from her and leave her there thinking only about him as he returned to work on his dessert. The caramel was cool over the base and so he quickly began work on melting the chocolate. The damned man was going to win the bet at this rate considering all she could do at the moment was sit and watch him stir the chocolate, stealing licks from the melted goodness in the most seductive manner possible.
Once the chocolate had been poured over the other layers, Draco brought the pan back over to Ginny and looked down on her. She was still regaining her breath from his previous attentions and had no idea what his next plan was until the still warm chocolate remains began to drizzle over her legs. Gasping, her eyes, so dark brown with desire, shot to his face.
His grey eyes, molten as the chocolate he had poured, looked deep into hers. “My favorite dessert,” he whispered, setting aside the bowl and sinking to his knees in front of her. Pushing back the chair, he spread her legs wide and delved into the wet folds with his chocolate coated fingers as his mouth, wide and eager, licked up the chocolate from her long creamy legs. He worked carefully to clean off her legs from top to bottom, teasing each and every inch of her skin as Ginny thrashed on the chair, moaning with need.
Certain her legs were clean though still slightly sticky, Draco moved his mouth to the folds of wetness. His tongue snaked around that tight bundle of nerves of her clit as he cleaned it carefully of the chocolate his fingers had left behind. Fingers teased the opening to her body as those long legs draped over his shoulders and her hands twined in his hair, pushing his mouth into her. “Oh gods, Draco,” she managed to moan out with pleasure, fingers tightening in that silvery hair as he pushed all the right buttons. No matter how many times she tried to wrest control of her body to slow down the delicious spiraling out of control, she never managed it with his mouth doing those delicious delightful motions..
Draco gloated mentally about his control over her body. It was a wonderful feeling to know that he was her lord and master and that no matter what he did he could have her dancing to his tune. Her body was humming with pleasure as he nibbled on her folds and sucked and licked along her clit before one of his fingers, cleaned of the chocolate he had recently poured over his favorite female dessert, slid into her wet heat. Her body clenched around that finger and dragged them further in as she moaned softly. Her moan was all he needed for the encouragement to add a second and then a third, her body opening easily to his thrusting fingers.
Watching each movement of her arching hips, Draco let his mouth continue to pleasure her. Hot wet thrusts of his tongue combined with the movement of his fingers to push Ginny closer to the edge as per his demands on her body. When her legs tightened on his shoulders, pulling him as close and as deep as possible, Draco knew that he had not only won the bet but he had also won Ginny once more by fulfilling her body’s desires as her climax burst upon her, leaving stars behind her eyes and her body sighing with relief at the tingling his touch had left behind.
Looking up from between her spread legs, Draco smirked and it made Ginny stick out her tongue on response and shove him aside. Gods, some time his smug attitude made her long to beat him at one of these games, but she sincerely doubted she ever would. Smoothing down her skirt, she held out her hand. “I want to taste the dessert now if you please,” she said primly.
Recognizing her desire for control once more, Draco stood and moved to the cooled dessert and cut her a square of the caramel shortcake. Feeding it to her with his fingers still coated by her juices, he watched her carefully.
Though she didn’t want to admit it, Ginny thought the dessert was amazing. Even the smell of her body on it couldn’t hide the deliciousness of the dessert and how it melted in her mouth with the combination of the soft shortbread, chewy caramel and chocolate goodness. Her eyes slid closed as she treasured the taste. It took her a few moments of savoring before she was willing to concede defeat to Draco Malfoy. Once more she had lost a bet with the master.
“You win,” she whispered, hiding her gaze by looking down at her lap and crossing her arms over her chest in a slightly submissive pose.
Reaching over, Draco tipped her chin up with a single finger, “Would you care to repeat that… my slave?”
Her eyes blazed with a combination of desire that was already spiraling out of control and defiance that made the game all that more pleasurable. “You win.”
“Excellent,” Draco purred out, his body showing strong lines as the master slipped into control and another game had begun.
**
Draco’s Recipe for Caramel Shortcake (Shortbread)
Ingredients:
16 oz (1 pound) margarine
12 oz sugar
12 oz flour
12 oz chocolate (good chocolate!)
8 teaspoons of Light Karo syrup
1 small can of condensed milk
Cream together 8 oz margarine and 4 oz sugar. Add the flour to make a crumbly mixture. Press into a jelly roll pan and bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes or until golden brown. In a heavy saucepan, heat together condensed milk, syrup, 8 oz margarine and remaining sugar stirring constantly. Bring to a boil and allow to boil for five full minutes or until the caramel reaches the ‘soft ball’ stage of creation. Pour mixture over cooled base. Melt chocolate. Pour over cooled caramel and base. Allow to harden and cut into squares.
Author: Rhina
Rating: NC17 for sexual situations and smut
Recipe: Caramel Shortcake (Shortbread)
Summary: “I tell you, I know how to do it!” Draco snarled, glaring down at the female redhead who had her arms folded across her chest...
“I tell you, I know how to do it!” Draco snarled, glaring down at the female redhead who had her arms folded across her chest and was staring at him like he’d grown a second head in the past five minutes that they had been discussing Christmas culinary desserts. Her brows rose in skepticism and fueled his annoyed response of, “I can too!”
“Draco Malfoy knows how to cook dessert?” Ginny drawled out, a slight smirk (learned from him of course) turned up the corners of her lips. “This I have to see to believe. I never trust the word of a Malfoy.” The teasing wink completed her taunt.
“You’ll see,” Draco snarled marching toward the kitchen with Ginny trailing right behind him. Tossing back her red hair, she chuckled with amusement at the sight of his firm arse which seemed to be telling her off as much as his arrogantly stiff back.
“Maybe I will and maybe I won’t,” Ginny mused as they entered the kitchen, gleaming and spotless through the efforts of the tireless house elves. “Why don’t you say we make a bet of it?”
“Fine,” Draco snapped, clearly without the ability to modify his temper at the moment - she always seemed to know how to push his buttons. “Ground rules, Red?” The words were a deliberate slap in the face as he only called Ginny that horrid name when he wanted her so riled up that she would lose her ability to think logically and instead react in anger.
This time Ginny managed to resist the flare of temper at the atrocious nickname. “You have the make the dessert without any kind of aid - no house elves or magic - nothing but the old fashioned muggle way of doing things.” She smirked, clearly pleased and feeling smug at her win already being assured considering how little he did the muggle way regardless of the fact that he never cooked. “If you fail, a night of slavery of my choice is the forfeit.”
“Your choice?” Draco drawled out raising an eyebrow sardonically. “Does that mean you get to choose the slave?”
Her temper showed now as she stamped her foot in impatience. “I get to choose the night. You’re the slave you ruddy prat!”
Of course the reason he reeled her in and constantly worked to piss her off was the brilliant sparkle in her eyes and the flush of red that warmed her cheeks. It made him hard and hot all over to see it and that attraction usually led to a great deal of shagging. But unfortunately it wouldn’t this time. This time he had a bet to win. “Same deal for me then,” Draco smirked with confidence. “You as my slave for the night that I name.”
“Done,” Ginny agreed, holding out her hand to him. They shook hands briefly and then Ginny summoned a chair and sat down, watching his every move not just because a man who cooks is sexy as hell but also to make sure that he didn’t violate the rules of their wager.
Even though her eyes were on him for the entire time, Draco moved throughout the kitchen with confidence as he easily shook off her piercing gaze. It took him a few moments to gain his bearings and discover the current hiding places for several things that he needed. Of course, he recalled most of the ingredients but he couldn’t remember things exactly. Frowning as he puzzled things over, he glanced at Ginny. “Can I summon parchment and a quill or would that upset your precious wager?” he sneered at her, rolling up the sleeves to his shirt.
With a wave of her wand, Ginny summoned the requested items. “Just to be certain of things, hand me your wand,” Ginny stated, holding out her hand for it.
“Excuse me?” Draco said, startled, but he quickly hid it behind a ferocious glare.
“You heard me Ferrety, the wand please,” Ginny said with a cool smile, hand further out now.
Grumbling about women and their unreasonable demands, Draco pulled it out of his side holster and slapped down on the table. “Satisfied?” he snarled, grabbing the parchment and quill and turning his back to her to start scribbling on the parchment while shooting Ginny dirty looks.
“For the moment. I won’t be completely satisfied until I am laughing at your failed attempt,” Ginny purred, taking his wand and seductively fondling it, hoping to keep him distracted and off balance - she planned on winning this bet for once as she hadn’t won any of the prior ones that she could recall.
It took a lot of effort and gritted teeth, which he was certain was ruining his perfect dentition, to ignore her gestures. Draco wanted to win once more and he would make sure of it. Ignoring the fondling of his wand with its decidedly sexual overtones, Draco continued to scribble down the mess of ingredients before finally coming to a conclusion that he did remember most of them. The measurements wouldn't be precise, but they should work as a near enough approximation to make it taste the way it should and certainly not accidentally poison the little witch at the table. For, of course, if she was poisoned, he couldn't have his wicked way with her as he certainly planned to - and nothing ever dared to interfere with his plans.
The cunning look on Malfoy's face had Ginny a bit concerned. She didn't like it when he started plotting. Since in general his plotting meant that slave collar and heels (gods above how those damn things pinched her feet). She didn’t like his furious scribbling on the parchment and she was definitely displeased when he determinedly pulled out the ingredients and started working. It was high time for a little distraction.
A smug smile of pleasure turned up the corners of his lips as he mixed together the butter and the sugar and carefully added the flour. Only when he was spreading the mixture into the jelly roll pan did he take a chance to glance over at Weasley.
Ginny’s distraction was slowly coming to fruition. It had started with the unbuttoning of her robe and shedding the heavy black garment on to another chair. From there her hands had worked on the buttons on her blouse as her feet came up and rested on the table. The position made her skirt ride further up on her thighs. She was all long creamy legs which Draco was always drooling over and she knew it would entice Draco even more than the hint of cleavage from her slightly unbuttoned blouse.
What she didn’t expect is that it didn’t work. His grey eyes slid over her and while they flared for a moment with the arousal of his desire, they continued on as if she wasn’t really there. Taking his pan, he slid it into the oven and moved to the stove and the pot there.
Of course what Ginny clearly didn’t know was that it had taken quite a bit of strength for him to ignore her siren’s lure. Her body was a temptation that he rarely, if ever, denied himself since the moment that they had first started dating. Of course he couldn’t let her win with cheating. But if that’s how she wanted to play it, his little sly minx, he would be happy to oblige her. Grinning he stirred the mix on the stove, bringing it to a boil just as the oven signaled that its contents were finished.
Taking the pan from the oven, he flicked a brief glance toward her to make sure that she was watching him. In the few minutes since he had last glanced at Ginny, she had lost her blouse and sat there as a vision of temptation in only a bra and skirt. Glancing back at his pot of hot caramel, he considered how to pay her back for her little show. Tipping the caramel over the base fresh from the oven he got a rather devious idea. As it cooled, he swirled some of the caramel around his finger and slowly sucked it off, making sure that those brown eyes were fixated quite clearly on him. His tongue flicked along his finger and made sure that all the caramel was cleaned off.
Turning to her, he offered her another finger full of caramel. “Care to taste some?” he asked in the voice that was made huskier by his arousal that had occurred at the sight of her nearly nude form.
All Ginny could manage was a nod. His actions with the caramel had left her speechless and clearly aroused by the sight of the nipples delineated by the simple cotton bra. Her mouth watered as he moved closer with the caramel. She clearly expected him to offer her the finger to clean but Draco had other ideas about these things. He was not going to allow her this moment as another chance to torment him. Oh no, this was all about subtle revenge along with winning the damn bet.
Closing the space between them, Draco took his caramel laden finger and rubbed it gently across her lips leaving behind a bit of the sticky sugary substance. A soft pink tongue flicked across them to taste the flavor before looking up at him with those wide brown eyes, pleading with him to give her a chance to suck the rest off of his long digit.
Draco was not that lacking in intelligence at this point in time, despite the fact that seventy-five percent of the blood in his body was rushing to his cock, making it nice and hard. He knew it would be a fatal blow to lose control at this stage in the game they were playing. He had already nearly won after all.
In order to ensure his victory, Draco did not offer her the caramel coated finger again. Instead it slipped into the cleavage between her breasts where his mouth followed behind to clean off her skin. Even though he hadn’t dragged the caramel that far, he nibbled along the line of her bra and teased the skin underneath before closing his mouth over each hard nipple in turn and sucking them into his mouth. That talented finger slid over her stomach and left the caramel behind which he quickly licked off before pulling back and looking at her. “Delicious isn’t it?” he purred softly meeting her gaze.
Ginny was panting with desire and wanted some completion and not the kind that involved him finishing his dessert. Of course Draco was egotistical enough to simply walk away from her and leave her there thinking only about him as he returned to work on his dessert. The caramel was cool over the base and so he quickly began work on melting the chocolate. The damned man was going to win the bet at this rate considering all she could do at the moment was sit and watch him stir the chocolate, stealing licks from the melted goodness in the most seductive manner possible.
Once the chocolate had been poured over the other layers, Draco brought the pan back over to Ginny and looked down on her. She was still regaining her breath from his previous attentions and had no idea what his next plan was until the still warm chocolate remains began to drizzle over her legs. Gasping, her eyes, so dark brown with desire, shot to his face.
His grey eyes, molten as the chocolate he had poured, looked deep into hers. “My favorite dessert,” he whispered, setting aside the bowl and sinking to his knees in front of her. Pushing back the chair, he spread her legs wide and delved into the wet folds with his chocolate coated fingers as his mouth, wide and eager, licked up the chocolate from her long creamy legs. He worked carefully to clean off her legs from top to bottom, teasing each and every inch of her skin as Ginny thrashed on the chair, moaning with need.
Certain her legs were clean though still slightly sticky, Draco moved his mouth to the folds of wetness. His tongue snaked around that tight bundle of nerves of her clit as he cleaned it carefully of the chocolate his fingers had left behind. Fingers teased the opening to her body as those long legs draped over his shoulders and her hands twined in his hair, pushing his mouth into her. “Oh gods, Draco,” she managed to moan out with pleasure, fingers tightening in that silvery hair as he pushed all the right buttons. No matter how many times she tried to wrest control of her body to slow down the delicious spiraling out of control, she never managed it with his mouth doing those delicious delightful motions..
Draco gloated mentally about his control over her body. It was a wonderful feeling to know that he was her lord and master and that no matter what he did he could have her dancing to his tune. Her body was humming with pleasure as he nibbled on her folds and sucked and licked along her clit before one of his fingers, cleaned of the chocolate he had recently poured over his favorite female dessert, slid into her wet heat. Her body clenched around that finger and dragged them further in as she moaned softly. Her moan was all he needed for the encouragement to add a second and then a third, her body opening easily to his thrusting fingers.
Watching each movement of her arching hips, Draco let his mouth continue to pleasure her. Hot wet thrusts of his tongue combined with the movement of his fingers to push Ginny closer to the edge as per his demands on her body. When her legs tightened on his shoulders, pulling him as close and as deep as possible, Draco knew that he had not only won the bet but he had also won Ginny once more by fulfilling her body’s desires as her climax burst upon her, leaving stars behind her eyes and her body sighing with relief at the tingling his touch had left behind.
Looking up from between her spread legs, Draco smirked and it made Ginny stick out her tongue on response and shove him aside. Gods, some time his smug attitude made her long to beat him at one of these games, but she sincerely doubted she ever would. Smoothing down her skirt, she held out her hand. “I want to taste the dessert now if you please,” she said primly.
Recognizing her desire for control once more, Draco stood and moved to the cooled dessert and cut her a square of the caramel shortcake. Feeding it to her with his fingers still coated by her juices, he watched her carefully.
Though she didn’t want to admit it, Ginny thought the dessert was amazing. Even the smell of her body on it couldn’t hide the deliciousness of the dessert and how it melted in her mouth with the combination of the soft shortbread, chewy caramel and chocolate goodness. Her eyes slid closed as she treasured the taste. It took her a few moments of savoring before she was willing to concede defeat to Draco Malfoy. Once more she had lost a bet with the master.
“You win,” she whispered, hiding her gaze by looking down at her lap and crossing her arms over her chest in a slightly submissive pose.
Reaching over, Draco tipped her chin up with a single finger, “Would you care to repeat that… my slave?”
Her eyes blazed with a combination of desire that was already spiraling out of control and defiance that made the game all that more pleasurable. “You win.”
“Excellent,” Draco purred out, his body showing strong lines as the master slipped into control and another game had begun.
**
Draco’s Recipe for Caramel Shortcake (Shortbread)
Ingredients:
16 oz (1 pound) margarine
12 oz sugar
12 oz flour
12 oz chocolate (good chocolate!)
8 teaspoons of Light Karo syrup
1 small can of condensed milk
Cream together 8 oz margarine and 4 oz sugar. Add the flour to make a crumbly mixture. Press into a jelly roll pan and bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes or until golden brown. In a heavy saucepan, heat together condensed milk, syrup, 8 oz margarine and remaining sugar stirring constantly. Bring to a boil and allow to boil for five full minutes or until the caramel reaches the ‘soft ball’ stage of creation. Pour mixture over cooled base. Melt chocolate. Pour over cooled caramel and base. Allow to harden and cut into squares.