Tell Me What You Want Novels & Stories

"Why do you want to know?" * * *

"I'll do whatever you want." "Watch. I want you to watch."

This isn’t looking good… “Just say what you need to, I just want to know at this point” I tell them.

“If you want something, you need to ask for it the right way. Be clear. Tell me exactly what you want and how you want it. Now, what do you want me to do to you?” I sucked in a deep breath, my mind spinning with the thousand wicked possibilities of what this man could do to me. The heat between us was electric, the tension thick enough to choke on. “I… I want to have you between my legs. I want to feel your tongue on my pussy. I want you to devour me like I’m your favorite meal. I want you to make me cum so many times I lose count. Will you do that for me?”

"I'm sorry, hm? I will make up to you. Just tell me what you want." What I wanted? "I want us to have an ice cream feast today." Of course, it was about ice cream and my craving.

"Want ... want to kiss you." Tbc.

I ask. “What do you mean?” I sniff again, and Alexander reaches up onto the counter to hand me a box of tissues. “Thank you,” I murmur, blowing my nose and tossing the tissue in the trash. “I mean, why do you think it’s your job to figure out what I want? That’s my job.” Alexander blinks in shock. “Oh.” His brows draw close. “What’s my job then?” “Listen when I tell you what I want,” I say matter-of-factly. “And if you’re not sure or don’t understand what I want, ask me.”

If only she knew that she could get anything in the world she wanted if she asked. “We will do that. We will do anything you want.” I whispered. She smiled again. “What about you?” She rose a little, looking over me. “What do you want?” “Whatever you want is what I want.” She twisted her lips, showing me she clearly was not buying into my crap. Well she thought it was crap. “Come on. That’s not what you want and you know it.” “Really. Then what do I want, if it’s not what I said I want, that I truly desire?” I asked her, our eyes fixed on each others.

My brain decided to stop functioning at this time. And he might've sensed it because he suddenly spoke. “What do you want, Ai?” But I still don't know how to comprehend what I really want. “I…” I want you. But with no strings attached. How can I ever say that? “Ai?” Am I being crazy? “Like what I told you, you can use me all you want, Ai,” he whispered. Damn it.

"Peyish?" "You know what I want. I'm not going until I get it." "You want a lot of things, which one is it?" "You know which one is it!" My voice is raised unexpectedly. Damn it, I should stop talking to him right this second. "I don't. You wanted a dog, then a cat, then a fish, which one is it? You change your mind all the time." "Oh yeah?" I sit up and face him, "Then read my lips, I-want-you-to-get-out-of-my-fucking-room!"