Dark Passions by Jeff Gelb Page B

eye.”
    â€œOh, so it’s my fault now?”
    Jason slowly shook his head and exhaled in frustration.
    Now, suddenly, her attitude shifted again. She smirked at him, pursing her lips and batting her eyes seductively. “Do you really expect me to believe that you didn’t want to fuck me?” she said. She ran her fingertips through her hair and jutted her breasts out farther. “Think you could pass a lie-detector test?”
    Jason groaned and shook his head harder. She was crazier than he’d imagined. He struggled against the ropes again, but they were as tight as ever, offering little hope of escape. Should he play along with her? Maybe she’d loosen the ropes for whatever she had in mind, and he could make a run for it then. He was at a loss for words as the air conditioner chilled him even more.
    â€œI’m not stupid. I knew all along what you were up to,” Carla said. “I know exactly what you want.”
    Jason groaned in exasperation. “No, that’s not—” He stopped in midsentence, reminding himself of her lie-detector question. “Yeah, yeah, I could pass a test,” he finally said. “Like you just happen to have a fucking lie detector in your closet, huh, bitch?”
    She smiled, and her nerves seemed to suddenly calm. “Oh, no, not at all,” she cooed. “There’s a lie detector right here. ”
    She was staring at him as she said it. What the hell did she mean? She wasn’t making any sense, and he couldn’t figure out what to say next. He swallowed hard, then said, “Okay, okay, so let’s see your fucking lie detector.”
    She stepped directly in front of him, bent to her knees, and stared at his crotch. “Oh, it’s not my lie detector, honey. It’s yours. Right there ... between your legs.”
    She seductively pulled the tight T-shirt up and over her head, her breasts springing free with the most erotic jiggle he’d ever seen. Her dark pencil-eraser-sized nipples were erect and bobbing directly in his face. Her perfection seemed even more flawless than before. Jason was captivated.
    She leaned closer, and he could smell her perfume, her mint-flavored breath. “If your lie detector doesn’t move, I guess you really don’t want to fuck me.” She slowly glided around him, her hip lightly grazing his naked arm. Then she leaned in close against the side of his head, nibbling at his ear and neck. “But if it points straight up ...” she whispered as she stepped back in front of him and slowly peeled her shorts down to her knees. She was wearing no panties.
    Jason leaned as far back from her as he could get and closed his eyes. “Oh shit, this isn’t fair.” He gasped. The familiar tingle began at his groin.
    â€œLook at me!” she hissed. She pinched his bare thigh sharply as she stepped out of her shorts and stood totally nude in front of him, revealing her smoothly shaven snatch. She slowly ran her fingertips down her body to her crotch, enticingly running her fingers between her legs. “If you’re lying and your lie detector points straight up,” she repeated, “I might just have to ...”
    His eyes expanded as she reached behind him, dangling her breasts in his face and bringing back a long, menacing knife. “Cut it off!” she spat.
    Jason momentarily held his breath in shock, then pleaded, “No! No! ”
    She grasped the knife in her right hand and took in several deep breaths, thrusting her breasts forward, then slowly approached him. His dick responded as it normally did, as any heterosexual male’s would. She smiled and wet her lips with her tongue, then carefully straddled his knees, facing him, leaning against him to whisper in his ear as she gazed down at his manhood. “Uh-oh. Your lie detector says you’re lying,” she whispered.
    Jason summoned all of his strength, trying to rock the chair to