"Can you stop that? I can't concentrate," I snap. My voice sounds angrier than I want, but I can't help laughing at the hurt expression on his face. How very young he is indeed.
Saul enters the room and without looking at Jr, begins placing a line of guns on my desk. He puts a 9mm Glock on my notebook and rests a hand on my shoulder. "It's loaded."
Jr sighs and I can see Saul's touch reflect in his jealous eyes. I nod towards the door and wait for him to heed my instruction. He sighs again, but does listen, stamping towards the side entrance and exiting into the servant quarters.
"He forgot his baby bib," Saul says, laughing and pulling my face towards his. Taking my cheeks in his large, rough hands, he kisses me, forcing my lips apart.
"Don't be jealous, it's not attractive."
He yanks me from the chair into his arms, a hand on my ass pulling me against his body. "I am not jealous. I need you."
"I don't have time for your needs," I say, but I can't keep a moan from escaping my lips when his hand grips me there.
"No..." I say, pushing him off me and taking the Glock in my hands. I eject the clip and the bullet in the chamber and begin stripping the weapon. While I work, Saul lifts my robe and brings a palm down with great force on my bare ass.
"I told you the weapon was loaded. That means I cleaned it for you," he growls into my ear, unzipping his pants and pushing me against the desk.
I struggle in his grip, but there is no sense for within moments he lifts me and forces himself inside me. "You always told me to check a firearm..."
"Quiet girl," he says. I obey because I can't speak, the force of him entering me erasing my thoughts. "Do you really wish to find Ryan?"
What? I try to understand what he asks, but I can't hear anything over the sound of his flesh smashing against mine. I open my mouth to respond, but only a squeal escapes my lips as he forces it all inside me.
I wait for him to say more, but for some minutes he remains silent, taking out his need on me in rough repetition, over and over again, controlling my body like a rag-doll. The urgency builds and I put my hands on the desk to keep him from smashing me against it.
"Don't finish in me," I say.
Pulling me off him and pushing me onto my knees, he forces it into my mouth and fires hot seed down my throat. When he finally collapses next to me, I arrange my robe and being re-assembling the Glock.
"Yes, I want to see Ryan," I say after I load the handgun.
"Then get rid of Jr when we go into the city today."
I ponder his statement for a minute. "Is this a ploy to get more time with me?"
"Girl, you won't meet Ryan with Jr at your side. There is a lot you don't know. Take my fucking word for once and stop questioning everything I say."
He marches from the room and I'm left at the desk alone, rubbing my finger against the trigger in distraction. Will I see Ryan today? Where are you, sir? And how does Jr fit into all of this?