Chapter 7: The Dangerous Game
Ragga woke up the next day with a sense of expectation. In the previous night, Ragga had been restless in bed, thoughts of Madame Olivia, Lila and Sera running in circles in his head. Each person was significant in their own regard and represented an opportunity for domination within his expanding net of control. However, he understood that it could not be done in haste – there was a game to it more like a seduction, and to emerge as the true King of Milfs; he would have to play his cards astutely.
The rays of the sun began to pour into his room through the tall windows hitting all the corners and revealing a wealth of fresh linen on his bed. Ragga got up to get himself ready for the rest of the day. The fuel was already full in the house since the maids were already in action busy performing their chores and completely oblivious of the far more profound game going on around them. He had come to believe that today was the day he took his next step towards power.
Ragga went out and dressed in his best outfit. He walked to the garden where the first light of the sun filled the estate with a soft shine golden. Sitting on the shadow of a big oak tree they spotted Sera whose yellow hair gleamed like gold in the morning sun. As Ragga staggered towards her, she raised her head, and he could see mixed feelings on her face: interest and fear.
"It is a lovely morning, Young Master," she said, bowing, and signalling that she was ready to serve him. Her voice was sweet.
Ragga smiled and looked at her fully appreciating the sight. Sera was beautiful; she was like the rest but there was something unusual about her. She was a maid with unwavering confidence hidden deep within the soft frame of her body which peaked his interest.
"Good morning, Sera! " Ragga replied in a calm tone as he sat down next to her on the stone bench. "I wanted to spend some moments with you today."
Sera's expression was surprised by such words from him, but she managed to regain her composure within seconds. "Oh? So do you have any business ideas in your mind for today, Young Master?"
Ragga felt the need to pull away a bit and change the flow of the conversation just for a moment. "Yes, what I have in my mind is the whole estate and all the people in it. Each and every one of them has a role to play in there, but there are those that…"
Sera felt heat rush to her cheeks, and she lowered her gaze to the floor for a second before looking him in the eye again. "I don't know what you mean by that, Young Master."
'And I believe you understand better what I am saying than most people,' "Ragga gathered courage and lowered his voice suggesting what he said was something downright reproachable worth shunning. He extended himself toward Sera and delicately unwrapped a wisp of her nail-gold-hued hair that fell over her cheek. Stroking her body in this way made him feel something forbidden, and yes, he realized she felt it as well. Her breath labored just a degree and for a flicker of a moment her serene bearing fell apart.
"Stop trying to sound so polite, you are something more than a maid to me, Sera," Ragga continued. His voice could hardly be heard. "You intrigue me. You have something about you which I do not know why but it makes me want to know even more."
Sera's eyes opened wide in disbelief and Ragga was sure that at that moment Big Sera was bereft of any ideas on what to say. If it was palpable then… it still 'felt' great, a heady mixture of throbbing, biting, very blunt anticipation and yearning in stronger proportions than any living man could handle. He dipped forward and brought his mouth very close to hers so that he was just a breath away from her face.
"Believe me," Ragga spoke in a gentle tone. "I've seen the way you look at me. You feel it in your bones too, don't you?"
Sera's face burned deeply and her ears went pink. In a nervous gesture, she leaned back and her hands went to her lap. "Young Master, I… I, I am at a loss…"
Ragga smiled that self satisfaction of being on top over irritated beings never wavered. She crossed the line, cocooning herself tightly in defensiveness but there was always that spark of unshed lust towards him. It was a horrible process for Ragga. Yet, he had been doing the wait for more than eight years and he was not about to let it wash away.
"You don't have to say anything, Sera," Ragga whispered in a tone that dripped seduction, "Just… feel." "You don't know how much I want to."
He moved and captured her hand in his, weaving his fingers through hers. Sera gasped, looking up to him with those fearful and longing eyes. Everything prepares her for the worst. No, he went. She glanced up, looked her in the eyes but he could tip her off because of her lip quivers a bit and her body stiffens to his hold. Not that she was moving, and that's all the vote of confidence Ragga wanted.
Little by little, with absolute concentration, he goes for her, persuading her to do the same until a few inches apart which for them would be a distance no greater than that shared by lovers when they kiss. Basking in the warmth of such a hot encounter caused excitement to kick in and which her body's heat radiated from her skin all over where the chest was heaving rapidly helping her breathe. It seemed as though time had stopped the idea and various molecules in the space separating Sera and Ragga made movement rather weird. Ragga's heart raced. He was feeling alive from the charm of stealing kisses and kissing too.
Just like that all those scenes has gone through Sera's mind, just before she resolved herself to kissing somebody else, she jerked, turning her head quickly, and caused her cheeks to flare with fervent colour.
"I… I can't, Young Master," she stuttered, softened by shame. "This isn't right…"
Ragga smiled, if only for a short while. Inside he felt irritated. He had nearly finished off the task. Still, there was no reason to be cranky; it was all part of the game. Sera was different from the rest of the women he had been with before; he was not getting any of her so easily. That was what made her more plausible.
"I know," said Ragga calmly loosening Sera's wrist, "there's no need to insure me of your desire to come to me when you are ready, Sera." "I think it is apparent to us both that there is," Ragga interrupted.
Sera continued to blush, and instead of facing Ragga, she look down. It was obvious that she was overwhelmed by her feelings. "I… I think I should leave, Young Master," she said softly, getting up from the bench.
Ragga stood also while observing her keenly. "Sera, I will not prevent you from doing so. However, you should be aware of one thing: I am not stopping. When it comes to getting what I want, I can be very persistent." I'll give you some time to escape my presence."
Sera stood still for a second, her standing up and tiptoe into his eyes before quickly spinning away and darting away inside an unoccupied upstairs wing toward the house.
Ragga turned his head as the last glimpse of her disappeared from his sight and a smile appeared on his raised lips. He could see that already he had cast doubt and stoked desire within her mind, and it was only a matter of time when she would come to him on her own. True, she was a challenge, there was no denying it - and yet, Ragga was ready to tackle it without a second thought. After all, the excitement of the hunt was half the enjoyment and fun.
Earlier that later on during the evening, as Ragga was seated on a sofa inside the grand library of the mansion, he caught himself revisiting the achievements from the earlier part of the day. Sera was becoming much harder to deal with than he had thought, which made her only more appealing. She was careful, quiet – but they had learned, in Ragga's very core, that rested a passion ready to explode. It was just a matter of time before she would fold.
Somebody was walking and regaining his attention turned away by this. He could see Lila in the door and she had that evil glint in her eyes and as she got closer he made a move to hug her.
"You're late, Young Master," Lila responded sultrily from where she propped against the door. "I'm sorry if I sound too nosy, but I couldn't help but notice you and Sera getting a bit… close today."
This earned another mocking smile from Ragga as he found his playfulness amusing. "Oh really? Were you stalking me, Lila?"
Lila laughed lightly and approached him, her hips swaying as she walked. "Not stalking, just keeping my head up and the eyes open. I have a reason to do so. It is my work."
She moved in beside him, allowing her leg to rub against his as she whispered to him. "Forgive my frivolity but I have to say that I have this one curiosity that is gnawing away at me. Is there really so much to Sera that is worth all these?"
And he raised his brow, keen to the question. "And why wouldn't she be?"
"Young Master, that is because it is possible to obtain what one wants in an easier manner," Lila said, that smirk again.
As her hand glided slowly along his thigh, her fingers stroked the cloth of the pants he was putting on. Ragga felt an immense avenge at where she had touched him and his breath flowed faster raising his heat temperature as well. He was restless about Lila's boldness, but he also couldn't suppress the pure, primal lust she generated in him.
"That wasn't the queen of subtlety now, was it? Ragga whispered, though it was thick with a low hunger – one even he could not pretend to ignore any longer.
Lila moved in dangerously closer until she could whisper into his ear. "Why do you waste time when the two of us know what we want?"
Ragga smiled wickedly and turned his head to meet hers. Desire was evident in her eyes and the space between them was fiery. There was something in the air, a promise that was not said but rather, understood.
"Perhaps you do have a point," Ragga said into her mouth, kissing her.
At that moment, the game went on.