Chapter 10: Luring the Prey
Ragga could feel a powerful motivation coursing through his body when he woke up the next day. The events of the past day had only served to strengthen his complexion. Sera was almost within his reach and while Olivia was still a tough nut to crack, she too was starting to show some cracks in her icy demeanor. Nevertheless, there was still a lot left to be achieved, but Ragga understood that poise of the balance of power, within the estate, was increasingly shifting to his advantage.
With that thought in mind, he left and dressed. Rushing, he headed towards the huge dining room. The household staff had also been extremely active, getting ready for the Stefano family morning meal. As soon as he entered the room, the maids started eyeing him in what can best be described as a mix of wonder and lust. He noticed that everyday the changes in their behavior around him were becoming quite pronounced.
While settling down at the high end of the long designed dining table, Ragga occupied his mind with Sera and her stunning resolve. She had been this close to breaking, but Ragga had made up his mind to bridge the gap today. But it had to be done with precision. He repulsed the suggestions to be quick, no matter how appetizing the target was.
"Good morning young Master" It was Sera who interrupted his train of thoughts when she spoke.
He turned his head up, and there, she was, standing beside him with a silver plate in her hands. Her figure stood out amongst the other maids who briskly carried out their works and avoided eye contact with him. Sera however was different, she showed some pause and her eyes had the same cloud of turmoil that he witnessed yesterday.
"Good morning, Sera," Ragga answered, his tone gentle but authoritative. "But why do you look so… distracted today?"
She set down the tray onto the table and shifted her posture, looking uneasy with her hands tucked in front of her. "I... I am sorry Young Master. It is just that I have been… busy."
"Busy?" Ragga's gaze intensified and his bright eyes settled on her face. The corners of his mouth lifted up, aiming to disarm her cool demeanor. "Doing what, if I may know?"
Sera opened her mouth as if to say something, yet she pausing speaking. Ragga observed the part of herself she wished had never existed, the pain she had not yet confronted. She wanted to come clean to him, to reveal the paranoid edge center of her mind that recent events had swept into, but something was preventing her.
"Come," Ragga said tapping on the empty chair next to him, "sit down close to me for a moment."
Sera looked around the room, her nerves getting the better of her. It was not proper for a maid to just sit next to her master, especially not during the time of the meal. But the way Ragga looked at her did not allow for nay debating over it. She inched down slowly, but with some apparent hesitance in her movements, and sat next to him.
There was nothing but sparks between them at that distance. Ragga could practically feel the warmth radiating from her, and the subtle tension of of her posture. She was at breaking point, and he knew that one more gentle push and she would be crashing against him.
"I would like you to feel free to talk to me, Sera," Ragga said, his voice pouring tranquillity. "You don't have to hide whatever you are thinking."
Sera swallowed, her hands shaking a little and falling to her lap. "I… I was just thinking… about… yesterday," she said with a very low voice.
Ragga moved farther in, his lips hovering a mere few inched from her ear. "And what thoughts came to your mind?" he whispered, still hoping.
Her breath caught in her throat and color of her cheeks sudden turned rose. And she was embarrassed."About… what we almost did," she stammered.
Ragga smiled, but slowly and revealingly. "Close?"
Sera's eyes widened, turning her head hastily away as his confidence seemed to have unnerved her. "I shouldn't be… I mean… it's wrong, Young Master. I am your maid."
"Wrong?" Ragga raised one hand and brought it to her face, lightly caressing the outline of her jaw as he tucked her hair behind her ear. "This doesn't feel wrong in any way to me, Sera."
His touch sent a wave of tremors through Sera while her body reacted in ways she was supposed to contain. Ragga could feel that Sera's defenses were slowly crumbling. It was time for the next stage in the plan.
He pursued further, bringing his face too close for her liking and whispering into her ear. "You want this too, don't you?"
Sera's eyes shut for a while as though some internal war was being fortressed by her will. At the time Ragga locked eyes with her again, the message was perfectly dispatched. She desired him. She desired this.
But when she was attracting attention of her desk in order to speak, pairs of legs could be heard walking to the same part of the hallway. Out of fright, Sera's gaze cut back and went wide when the head maid entered the dining room without comprehension of the discomfort that recently inflamed the space.
While intrinsically irritated by the interruption, Ragga sensed the situation and leaned back against the wall with the air that said all is under control. He was almost there.
"Get it over with and complete serving breakfast Sera", Ragga remarked, now sounding more serious than before. "We shall pick up the discussions from where we left off".
Sera nodded almost too quickly and reddened cheeks hurried to finish her tasks. Ragga could see her as she worked, his mind racing ahead to the tactical calculations of twenty moves ahead. Sera's shields were collapsing against the nurturing warmth of this man, and soon she would be his.
When the day finally ended and he showed up once again in the house, it was a quite boring and low profile day as Ragga watched how the household carried on with its business. He remembered quite well that there was no high velocity operation. This world's patterns were familiar to him, but the shadows and traps that they obscured were nowhere near. Ragga's mental tape on Olivia's warning suggested otherwise. He was not ready to relax.
When night fell, Ragga once again found himself alone in his little den. The estate was silent with only the faint sounds daring to snatch about somewhere amongst the night crew, finishing up their last ist of work. He was seated next to the window, looking out into the darkened gardens while his mind was a whirl of objects made strong and kindness turned across ambition and lust.
Sera's name, and the trembling of her body when he stroked it and her voice when she revealed her mind, kept coming back to him. He could picture the delicate skin of her body under his fingertips and the warmth of her breath near his ears.
It was not going to be long before she made her way to him. Ragga understood this and was excited by the prospects.
As he was settling down for the evening, almost ready to hit the sack, there was a gentle knock at his door. Ragga's heart raced, for he knew precisely who had come roaring back, even though he had been only dreaming. He stood up from his seated position, straightening up himself and smoothing out his attire as he walked across the room.
Sera was right in front of him when he opened the door. Her eyes were down on the floor, and she was fidgeting with the edge of her maid's apron. She appeared uncertain. However, Ragga could tell from her stand that she had made up her mind. She was going to be with him.
"You might hate me for this, but for some reason, I couldn't get your words out of my head," Sera finally spoke, and her whisper was barely audible compared to the raging beats of Ragga's heart.
Ragga stood a little away to let her step into the room. "You don't have to say anything, Sera," he said gently after locking the door behind her. "Only let me show you what I meant."
As Ragga took her hand, stepping back to guide her towards himself, moonlight streaming in through the window illuminated the room much to the delight of her. Sera's breath was light, and quick to the point that she felt her chest going up and down, as she threaded herself into his warm embrace.
Their lips met in a heated kiss, the tension that had been building between them finally snapping. Ragga's hands roamed her body, savoring the feel of her soft curves beneath his fingers. Sera responded eagerly, her hands grasping at his shirt, pulling him closer.
Now this was the onset of his rule and Sera, the first of many to come would be the consort of whom she consented to be a queen.
The course of the night was such Ragga did not have room for a single thought except for one. He possessed the information, the strength and the looks to rule the world one woman at a time. Every move he made was directed towards achieving a single purpose and with every turn, his hold and power over the Elson estate expanded.
And very soon, not only he would be the king of the Milfs but the one who would be the real ruler of everything around.