Chapter 8 Signing the contract

(Lena's POV)
I no longer knew exactly where I was, probably dreaming, and had an urge to take off my clothes.
If it was a dream, it was inevitably an erotic dream.
Because I saw Raphael - in my dream - and it was just too strange.
The heat in my body was about to drive me crazy, and only the coolness of Raphael's body could relieve the heat in my body.
I couldn't help myself and just wanted to be close to him and cuddle with him, which we did.
The only thing I can tell is that we are in bed right now, doing something ...... very comfortable.
That's all I could understand, and even after my clothes were off, it took me a long time to realize it.
Rafael unzipped my underwear and for a moment I had a feeling of freedom, and when his hands brushed my breasts I could hardly restrain myself from moaning out loud.
Then he kissed me and gave me a long and tender kiss.
Rafael held me tightly as he pressed against my body, caressing me tenderly with his palms. Kisses fell on my cheek and then on the nape of my neck, which made me feel loved, and I was treated tenderly by him like a real lover should do to each other.
This idea made me begin to deliberately avoid the three years that had existed, imagining that we were still together, that he loved me, and that I still loved him.
At the border of sexual affairs, we kiss and finally choose to be united.
I felt no pain and, apart from the initial pain, the rest was pleasurable.
I imagined him plowing into my body and couldn't even stop myself from moaning out. His movements were so gentle and familiar that I couldn't help but shed a tear even as I was in the throes of pleasure.
I called out his name with forgetfulness like I was grasping something, taking him as my lifeline.
As my consciousness blurred, I felt him gently stroking my hair and then very softly questioning me, "Lena, open your eyes and tell me, who am I?"
I opened my eyes and Raphael met me with his golden eyes, and I was too familiar with his appearance to even waste more time repeating his name.
But, not understanding why, I gave a soft laugh and called out to him, "Raphael, my love."
How exactly did that night come about?
In short, I couldn't hold my desire and took Raphael as my lover, then without any hesitation, I gave my body and just made a very hot scene with him.
The sound of flesh contact was just too obvious, accompanied by my forgetful cries. It was quite a long night, or at least that's how I felt, and Raphael was still kissing my cheek before I fell completely asleep.
I held on to my last consciousness, summed up what I had done, though I probably wasn't to blame for it, and then drifted off to sleep.
To the next day -
I woke up with a jolt!
What followed was a soreness all over my body, then I realized I wasn't wearing any clothes, and most horrifyingly, when I turned my head to look at the person next to me, my breath stopped because of it.
I slept with Rafael last night.
Sleep on it, if the other party is not Raphael, I can very openly accept it all as drunkenness or something, go back to do a good job of protection, and then pull the suitcase directly out of the city.
But the thing is, it was Rafael I was sleeping with.
The feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed me deeply.
I don't know which headache or physical pain should be in the forefront, but there is no doubt that both are thanks to Raphael.
My chest began to rise and fall violently, possibly in fear or anger, an emotion that eluded me.
Before I could control myself, I had slapped Rafael across the face.
A heavy slap, the sound of crisp ringing, still in a sleepy Raphael opened his eyes and looked very confused.
Then, he finally realized what had just happened.
Before he could question me, I sneered, "Rafael, what do you want with me? I don't want that money, I can do without the job, it's between the two of us, why must Nina be involved?"
Under my questioning, Rafael's face was expressionless. We are still in a very dangerous state, mainly because we are both undressed and covered with the same quilt, a little inattentive, something could happen again.
In particular, Rafael is bound to be very happy about it.
But I am different.
He reached for my chin and then leaned in close, forcing me to look up and meet his eyes, "Lena, you're making everything too easy."
I resisted the urge to laugh and stared at him undaunted, even though my body was still trembling: "Must you drive me to death, Raphael?"
"You could have tried, refusing me would have ended badly, Lena, as I have warned you."
I had the idea of swinging my fist in his face again, but he seemed to be aware of this and reached out to hold my wrist.
His strength was so strong that my pain almost screamed out, and then I heard him say to me again in that voice full of a warning tone, "Sign the agreement, if you still think of running away this time, I don't mind turning you into a dog that only wags its tail at me, and as for your studies and friends, you can't protect any of them."
"...... I'm a living, breathing human being, Rafael, you can't do this to me." My voice trembled and I looked at his face in disbelief, but it was clear that he wasn't kidding me.
"Lena, you're no longer in a position to say that to me, when you've already chosen to, haven't you?"
But you were the one who left me behind!
I screamed in my mind because the force in his hands was so great that I couldn't get a word out and could only gasp with difficulty.
He is still telling me how he would that you treat me, and it does sound like I am very much like a pet, more than just doing what pets should do, even the extraneous nasty things he intends for me to do.
He said he had ways to condition me to be that way.
I closed my eyes, there was no way to think any further, I was once again in such a situation, there was no other choice.
Rafael saw me a nod before he released his hand.
The moment I got air, tears came to my eyes.
"If I promise you, will you leave me alone and let Nina go?"
I saw Rafael's face ease for a moment as he looked at me, then nodded gently, "Yes."
"I'll sign."
I promised him to give him all of myself, but the hand holding the pen still trembled, and I could still feel the pain in my heart.
The idea of escape swirled in my mind as Raphael suddenly reached out and gently placed his palm on my back.
I took a deep breath until the tears blurred my vision and I finally signed the letter.
Lena Lester agreed to be Rafael Hill's pet.
He didn't let me leave the villa again, and I promised him that I wouldn't run away, but he still didn't let me go out to say goodbye to my friends or to pack my things.
Rafael was quick, and that evening he brought my exit report, along with the clothes from my rental house.
That's not the most outrageous, when I see him deliver the chains to me, that's the thing I can't stand!
"You're going to tie this thing around my neck? Like a dog?" My voice trembled and he could see my fear, but still said nothing.
"Except around the neck, please, Raphael."
He seemed very satisfied with my attitude, took my hand, and led me over, then he squatted down and tied the chain to my ankle.
I looked down at the bare, slender ankle, the protruding thing, and finally sighed.
Rafael was so unhappy with my attitude that he pulled my arm through, and I was pulled by him so hard that I lost my weight and ended up falling directly into his arms.
"Lena, don't show that look of disappointment in front of me, and don't forget that you have your obligations to fulfill."
I thought back carefully on that treaty, gritted my teeth, and did what I was supposed to do: "Yes, Master."
"Trying to get the chains off, are you?"
I looked into his eyes and nodded.
"Wait until the night, when you help me warm the bed, and I will untie you."
"...... I get it."
As for really understanding or not, I just followed my understanding, but this went on for a few days, and Raphael still didn't have the intention to turn me loose.
"Rafael, when are you going to let me go to school?"
I asked him about it at dinner, but his response seemed to be that he had never even considered it.
He hadn't considered it.
"Wait a little longer."
What kind of answer is this?
I sneered, "But you told me in the first place that I could continue to finish my studies, Rafael, you can't lie to me."
Offended by my words, Rafael put down the glass in his hand and looked up at me, "When you learn your lesson, Lena, look at you now, you're not well behaved at all."
I sighed, after a few days together, I already know which set Raphael eats.
My tone softened, "Rafael, please, my studies are important to me and, I promise you, I won't go anywhere but school."
He lifted my chin, and after a period of looking at each other, he nodded his head.
"You have a chance, Lena, and it's up to you to take it."
I suddenly felt my heart beating fast. He waved his hand, and a subordinate on the side brought over a gift box, which I took over.
Despite my mental preparation, the moment I opened the box and saw the note inside, I was splashed with cold water.
I looked at him, shed tears, and finally nodded my head.
"I'll do it, and you'd better keep your promise."
Rafael's tone was gentle: "Of course."