Tell Me What You Want Novels & Stories

“Say it, Laine. Say what you mean.” My cheeks burn. “Like a, um. Like a dad?” “Is that what you want?” Yes. I know that’s what I want. But I’m all icky again. I was all screwed up inside at the thought of wanting him like that. Wanting him the way that makes me all tickly between my legs. “What?” he asks. “Tell me what you want.” I take a sip of juice and it’s hard to swallow. “You can tell me, Laine. You can tell me anything. We talk, about everything. That’s another of the ground rules.” I nod and force down another sip of juice.

I expected the contained fury. Instead "What do you need?" Four words. Quiet. Placed in the kitchen with complete attention behind them .... not what do you want to do about it, not what is your plan, not even what do you want from me. What do you need. The distinction between want and need is not small .... it is the difference between asking someone what they would wish for and asking what they require, the difference between a gesture toward comfort and a practical offer of real help. I sit across from him.

“Now tell me, how do you want it?” “Hard,” I whisper.

He just shouted at me, "What is going on? Can you tell me what the hell is going on?" This prompted me and I just exploded. "What I want you can’t give me. I don't even know why you're asking all of these things." "What do you mean? What do you want that I can't give you? I would give you the whole world. What is it you want?" Now, I was not that confident to tell him, 'I want you to have sex with me.' or 'I want you to fuck me.'

“You just what?” “I….I want to please you.” “Chastity you do please me. You did please me. I don’t need to get off to find pleasure with you.” “I…I know.” “As long as you know that. You tell me what you want to do.” “I….I want you to show me what to do.”

GRACIE "What if that isn't what I want and all I've ever wanted was your all of you, for you to need me as just as badly as I need you, for me not to have to force you to stay with me, that I deeply crave the most is your love, will you give that to me then? ....we'll both get what we want , will you still help me then? " I stiffened a bit at the dark burning look in his gaze.

"I want to see you." ****

"What have you been wanting to do with me?I don't mind doing anything for you. He said, grinning. I chuckled. "A lot...I want to go on dates with you..I want to take walks with you...I just really want to see you everyday. What do you want to do with me?”

"What do you actually want? Not what makes sense. Not what's easier. What do you want? " Elena opened her mouth, closed it. That was right, what the hell does she want?

I whispered. And more importantly… What the fuck do you want?