Page 79 of Atlas
After the top was gone, he opened her pants, and not even her small whimpers of protest kept him from removing them. From the way Gwen crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her hands, I could tell she was uncomfortable lying naked on his desk.
My hairs stood up on my arms, and I wanted to scream at Gwen to run out of there. But my lips didn’t move as I watched Conor take what Gwen had never offered him.
Moving around her, he kissed, licked, sucked, and touched her body like it was his right. Only when he spread her legs and pushed a finger inside her, did she cry out in protest.
“No. I don’t want to.”
His face twisted into annoyance, and his voice grew hard. “No? So my suspicion was right then. You aren’t ready to embrace your full potential. You want to stay a scared little girl and watch others succeed while you hide. Fine, go, pack your things, and leave then. I have no time or patience for people who aren’t fully committed to my teachings.”
“No. Idowant to succeed, and I’m not a little girl. I’m almost twenty.”
“I’m giving you one last chance, Gwen. Show me you’re open and holding nothing back, or you might as well walk out now. Don’t waste my time.”
She was biting her upper lip and looking like a scared puppy.
Conor took up where he’d left off; standing next to her hip, he slid his hand down between her legs and inserted his finger.
Gwen lifted a hand to cover her eyes, but Conor kept going. She hadn’t wanted this, but she was in the hands of an expert manipulator who was pushing her mind and body. Conor fingered her until her breathing changed, and her legs opened wider. That’s when he made his next move. Standing by her waist, he took her hand and placed it on his crotch. The bulge in his pants showed that he was hard.
She didn’t move her hand, so Conor used her hand to rub him while continuing to finger her. For the first time, he looked up and directly into the camera with a smile so smug it made me move back and close my eyes for a long second.
Atlas was still watching me. My reaction made him move in his seat with unease. I couldn’t imagine what it was like for him to let me watch this.
“Do you think it’s a hidden camera?” I asked.
“No doubt.”
“Your father’s predatory behavior seems perfected. I get the feeling he’s done this many times before.”
Atlas’ answer was short. “Yes.”
Opening his zipper and unbuttoning his pants, Conor used Gwen’s hand to rub up and down his cock. She continued after he released her hand, and only then did he lean down and kiss her on her mouth.
The analytic part of me wondered why he chose this sequence. A normal person would have started with a kiss and gone on from there, but he had jumped past all the regular steps. Did he enjoy the shock effect of overstepping women’s boundaries, or had this method proven effective in the past?
Moving to her head, Conor pushed his cock against her lips. “You know that you’re very special to me, don’t you, Gwen?”
“Yes.”
“Show me that I’m as special to you as you are to me. Accept me.”
Gwen opened her mouth, and just like she’d sucked his fingers, she now sucked a larger part of him.
I wondered what was going through her mind; if she still felt pressured and scared. To her, Conor wasn’t a murderer. He was someone she trusted and admired. She had started out hesitant and passive, but by now, she was participating. What I couldn’t tell was whether or not she enjoyed it.”
Atlas cleared his throat and muttered in a low, hoarse voice, “It’s better if you turn off the video now, it takes a turn in a minute.”
When he tried to take the laptop, I moved it out of his reach.
Atlas groaned and pulled back. “Don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”
With my eyes glued to the screen, I watched how Conor grabbed Gwen under her arms and pulled her higher on his desk so that her head dangled over the edge. He now had her head pressed between his body and the table. From letting her pleasure him at her own pace, he began using her mouth as he pleased — pushing in and staying until her cheeks bobbed and she waved her arms to signal that she couldn’t breathe.
I had no problem with rough sex between two consenting adults, but this situation left me with a bad taste in my mouth. Conor had used big words of acceptance and connection, but this was a display of power and perversity. He was abusing her body, and the tears running down her face made it evident that she wasn’t enjoying it.
This time, Atlas reached over me and closed the laptop. “You get the picture.”
“Yeah, I get the picture, but tell me this; did he go all the way with her or stick to oral?”
