When Harry had asked you to dom him for his birthday, you weren't sure at first. You'd never done anything like that before - take complete control in the bedroom. You were always content to just go with the flow.
He'd never have known that, based on what you were doing tonight.
"P-please," Harry pants, sweat glistening on his forehead, a couple of red curls stuck to the middle. "Please, please let me cum. Please."
You tap your chin with your finger for a moment, reaching your other hand out to make sure the silk scarf binding his hands to the headboard is still secure. "Nope, not yet."
"But, please. I've been close so many times."
"Three," you reply, holding up three fingers. "You like it when I ride you, yeah?"
"I love that. I love getting to cum more, though."
You raise an eyebrow. "Little bit sassy, are we?" You pull yourself off of him; he whines softly. "Don't worry, you'll get to cum this time. We just don't get to do this very often, it's the perfect time."
"What is?"
Wordlessly, you turn around so you're facing away from him; you lower yourself onto his face and take his cock into your mouth.
"Ohhh." Harry moans softly while you start working him, head bobbing up and down his length, hand twisting gently at what won't fit.
"Uh, Harry, darling. You're not eating me out, what's wrong up there?"
"R-right, sorry. I got distracted."
You gently slap at his inner thigh. "Don't let it happen again or I won't let you cum this time after all, you understand me?"
"Y-yes, Miss."
You go back to him, running your tongue up and down his length, as Harry finally starts licking through your folds. You squeal when his tongue finds your clit, flicking it harshly.
"Oh, fuck, darling, I'm gonna... can I..."
"Let it all out for me, Harry." You hollow your cheeks around him as he finally reaches his release; you swallow every drop of him. You get up for a moment to let him catch his breath; you turn around and lower yourself back onto his face.
"Now," you whisper as you untie the scarf, "make me cum, baby."
He grips your hip with one hand, slipping the fingers of his other hand deep inside you while he continues licking your clit. You reach down and grab a handful of his hair, tugging carefully at the strands as you feel the familiar pooling in the pit of your stomach.
"Harry, fuck, I'm... I'm gonna..." you reach for the headboard to steady yourself as you release, heaving to catch your breath. Harry pulls his fingers out but continues to lick you through your high. Once you're spent, you carefully lie down next to him.
"Hi," Harry says quietly.
"Hey, baby." You grin blissfully at him. "So...how'd I do?"
Harry shrugs. "You could have let me cum earlier, I'm just saying. But... it was really hot. Thanks, babe."
"Happy birthday, Harry."
