Chapter 8: The Dance of Desire
A thick darkness decended on the Elson estate with the last remainings of light in the mansion and the stars illuminating the sky above it. Ragga and Lila were still in the library and the tension between the two was palpable, raw feelings of emotions that knitted the two into an emotional embrace. When Ragga lifted his head from Lila's breast he found himself inches from Lila's lips, her hot breath just for a moment dense on his skin.
Lila's hand slid further up his thigh with her fingers against the thigh - warm hands moving up the firm thigh under the table. It was unmistakable; they made promises that were yet to be fulfilled. A thrill shot up Ragga's spine and pumped through his veins adding to the breathlessness of the moment.
"Don't drop your shield, Lila. This is a very risky game," Ragga heard himself say, the words coming out half challenged and half expressed. His voice came out in a low tone as he focused his gaze on her eyes.
Lila gave a sultry smile and her eyes held black valour. "Danger is thrilling, Young Master," pouring both in her eyes and in his ear with a sweet alluring breath. "And of course, you are a man who enjoys such excitement."
Ragga laughed, yet in his hand carried a curl of her dark hair behind her ears with care. "You are right," he said looking forward with a gleam in his voice.
But then even though Ragga wanted to get closer to her and advantage himself of the kiss, Lila refrained herself a little still looking at him with a mocking smile. "Not so fast, Young Master," she whispered deflecting his hand by sliding hers down now over his probably big muscles. "If you want me, just have to make efforts."
Ragga's feeling stimulated with her words. Lila is clearly in control here, yet he relished the fight. Power was not only provocation- it was determining how far to push and when was the right time to move in. It was self-control all over again, just as it was with Sera but to a certain extent. Lila was more straightforward, but the same principles applied. She was testing him, wanting to see how he would respond to her.
Ragga chuckled to himself as he leaned back in his chair, relaxing his arms and draping them over the backrest with an air of quiet authority. 'I'll be doing such,' was what he stated in a low, marshmallowy tone.
Lila raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter. She moved closer once again with her body touching his now and said, "My young master, I have seen how you eye the women around this house. You think you will be able to have them all?"
Ragga tilted his head a little and visible amusement could be seen in his eye. "If there is so much beauty around why limit myself to only one?"
"Uh-huh," Lila smiled shyly and heartily laughed as she made her fingers brush on the half of his arm nearer to her while further bending to the front where she kissed the side of his neck skin. "You think you are smart enough. Suffice it to say that you believe that it is possible to command each of us in turn."
In response, Ragga made a warm smile and raised his hand to hold her wrist but it was gentle as he did not exert any force. "I don't want to command you, Lila," he said, a hint of menace in his easy-going tone. "Only that I have to demonstrate to you what it is that I can do."
For a second or two, the sexy little smirk that had been plastered on Lila's face disappeared, and she even gasped when she met his gaze. Ragga could sense in her the flicker passion that burned in her gaze although not deep but just sizzled but was due to her sexual appetite that he had sensed the first time.
She could feel the warmth of his body just like he could feel hers, as she was now very much within his personal space, with their bodies connected and her lips so close that...
Ragga was just about to snatch Lila's lips when she defiantly looked away again, this time an impish sparkle decorating her face. "Not right now, sorry," she murmured, adjusting her lips into a devious smile, "I want to see a man put some effort into it."
Ragga did not only keep his emotions in check but also felt an inner groan of disappointment. She was good, he had to give it to her. She was not about to hand it to him on a silver platter and that made the game all the more interesting. He sank back in his chair once again and regarded her with an amused expression.
"I'm in," Ragga said gracefully, without wavering in his tone of voice. "But don't take forever, Lila. I'm not the most patient person in the world."
Lila laughed, her fingers skimming against his chest as she pulled away, a playful smile adorning her features. "Young Master, patience is a virtue," she said mockingly. "Besides, there is simply nothing so rewarding as a good wait."
Lila threw one last glance at him and swiveled her hips as she exited the library, leaving Ragga engulfed in his own thoughts. His eyes followed the manipulative sway of her hips as she sped off, but his brain was already racing in several directions at once. Lila had made her past move. However, Ragga knew it was not yet the end and that the game of conquest had only just begun. He was not about to be defeated and in such a furious battle at that.
He gotoff the chair and went on a slow walk around the library, already thinking of Sera and the scene he had witnessed earlier. She had been quite reluctant but there was a chemistry of sorts that passed between them. Sera would be the ultimate weapon for his domination in that world, for she was the most dedicated of the maids and if he could win her, then everything else would be a piece of cake.
But it was not simply seduction that lay before him. Ragga was well aware that there was no room for complacency. The women in the mansion were not merely victims who could be ravished—they were participants in greater schemes. Master Olivia, Sera, Lila… All had their own objectives and their own issues and Ragga would have to crack them if he was to earn the title of King of Milfs.
However, the following morning is when Ragga delighted in the sights of the estate since it was abuzz with servants on the move, meeting deadlines. There was a new feeling in the center of the city, and Ragga understood this time, he should select the next course of action, with patience. He vertical through the spacious rooms of the house and suddenly, he noticed Sera in the garden, busy with planting flowers, a routine of hers.
In the morning sun, her golden hair glowed brightly, and as he moved closer towards her, Ragga felt that old sensation of happiness. It was the case for Sera. She didn't notice him for a little while as she was too focused on the beautiful roses that lay in front of her. He stood behind her, still, and admired her hands gracefully dancing about her as she worked.
"What is it?" The man spoke, his voice nothing more than a few octaves above a whisper, "Sera," he uttered her name like one solving a puzzle.
She quickly spun around and nearly gasped when she saw him, losing all composure. "Y...young Master." She said stuttering, clearly flustered.
"Listen, it is about you," said Ragga with a slow smile and embarked a little closer to her. Those words uttered lowly.
Sera blushed hotly for the second time and shifted her gaze, moving her hands as though she was anxious. "I… I… I'm sorry Young master but right now, it is not the best time for me," she said while barely managing to compose herself, and shaking.
"Busy as always, because that is how you are Sera," Ragga said softly as he touched her waiting hand. "But don't worry, you're actually the one that I just can't get out of my mind."
Her gaze snapped up to him in shock and bewilderment. "Young Master, I…"
Ragga took another step, and his voice turned to a whisper "Sera, I mean every word that I said yesterday. I mean it. There is something in between us and you know it as much as I do."
"Young Master what…," Sera's breath caught, catching her body tense where he touched her. There was a battle in Ragga's eyes oh how he wanted to take her distress away. It was that sense of obligation and long undeclared worry that was evident in her eyes.
"You don't need to be scared," Ragga said tenderly, almost caressing her ear in the process. "I will not hurt you."
A shiver cleaved through Sera, and for a moment, her hand, steady until now, was shaking in his. "Young Master, this… this… it is not acceptable."
Ragga came in close and Sera could feel his breath on her skin. "It doesn't have to be right, Sera. It just has to be real."
For a moment the tension and unexplainable energy surrounding them suffocated them both. Ragga felt Sera's walls give way; she was close, so close to submitting, body wanting to lean more and more against him. It was just a matter of time that she would succumb to him, exactly how he had planned.
But before he could reach out to her, someone else who happened to be there interfered with their actions and closeness.
"Sorry for interrupting you, Young Master."
Then Ragga saw from the corner of his eye Madame Olivia at the door of the garden looking at him calculatingly.
Ragga dismissed Sera, coming to his full height but for his facial expression was still self abstracted. "Oh, Madame Olivia." "A reasonable conversation will not do any harm, I know; in fact I would advise it."
"May I remind you that you have some obligations to fulfill, Young Master,"-these words were devoid of warmth and could have been made of steel.
Ragga let out a almost conspiratorial smile that was hard to miss. 'I get it,' he murmured, looking on Sera for a split second longer than necessary before walking for Olivia and the garden's exit.
Still unable to banish the feeling of satisfaction that had grown stronger by the minute, Ragga turned away. Game was not over by any means, and this was just the beginning for him.