Need and Want

Lying on the bed, she grips the phone to her ear. She must be careful. If she writhes too much she'll lose the signal. Again.

In no uncertain terms he spells out the situation. He tells her that she needs him now. She needs this. She must have the domination, their calls. She requires it. It's not a choice.

He wants her to need it.

She know she wants it. She craves it. It's the first thing she thinks about when she wakes up: staggering out of her dreams with the remembered feeling of his cock inside her, his lips upon her own, his voice whispering in her ear.

But, she wants to want it, not to need it. Need implies no choice. Isn't it better to choose it, she thinks? Doesn't choosing something give it more value? "Need" just feels dark and groping, desperate, hungry....weak. She doesn't like feeling weak. She doesn't like needing anything.

The more he talks, the more confused she feels. Need merges into wanting, and desire becomes desperation, until she's not quite sure about anything any more.

And it niggles her. She wants to be sure. She needs to be sure.