Tell Me What You Want Novels & Stories

What did I want? "I want a job."

I want him to. “Tell me what you want,” he demands. "Everything – " I’m babbling, incoherent. ”I want everything – " “Then take it.”

Yet, I insisted on joining in, making myself a victim. There were more meaningful things in life. At the very least, I could just make money. No matter what, having money was good enough. Seeing how calm I was, Logan paused. He widened his eyes, confused. "What do you mean?" I did not explain and just smiled as I returned to my room. … The next day, I bought a train ticket to Texon that would depart two days later. Looking at the ticket in my hand, I felt an overwhelming sense of anticipation.

“And frankly, we’re tired of it. So this is us asking you one last time Sarah Wellspring, because God forbid your cowardice becomes the end of us,” I blink twice as he takes two steps forward. “What do you want?” The question lingers in my mind, echoing in my head over and over again. What do I want? My jaw clenches, hands roll into fists. Fine. I’ll tell them what I want. “I want to know what the three of you fucking want from me, okay? I am tired, so fucking tired of not knowing what goes on in your head, because it’s killing me,” Go on, Sarah. I can do it. I can tell them to their faces.

"You know what I want." I shook my head. "No I don't, tell me."

“If I want to do something, do I have to wait to be told, or will you let me do what I want?” He turned fully to me now. “And what is it you want?”

"I know you. You're stubborn as hell, and you don't give up when you want something." "Your point?" "My point is, figure out what you actually want. Do you want closure? An explanation? Or do you want Madison back in your life?" He met my eyes. "Be honest with yourself, at least." I stared into my coffee cup, watching the dark liquid swirl as I turned the mug. "I don't know."

“What do you want me to do?” I closed my eyes. I know this bastard would never let me get away with this. He would want me to tell him what he wanted to hear before giving me exactly what I want. “I want you to take me apart.”

“What?” “Making me want you like this!”

“Tell me what you want, baby, and I’ll give it to you. There’s nothing you could come up with that I haven’t already thought about doing to you.” I take a deep breath and say, “I want you to fuck my ass.”