Yelena Belova Sexuality Novels & Stories

Elena said to everyone strictly making them to turn their gazes away from the both of them immediately. (Translation: What? Mind your own business.) "Leave it and tell me how's your sexual life going with the three handsome hunks?" Elena asked wiggling her eyebrows making a confused expression to etch upon her face. "S-s-sexual life? What's t-that?" Vanessa asked her making Elena's eyes widen and she immediately pulled her more closer to herself. "Don't tell me you didn't have sex before with them." Elena whisper yelled making her to shake her head in denial.

The sound made Elara’s face burn with shame. Victor leaned over her back and whispered in her ear. “Don’t make a sound. They might hear you moaning like a whore.” He thrust harder. Elara gripped the edge of the table. Her round breasts pressed against the wood through her blouse. Every stroke sent waves through her body. “Tell me you love this,” Victor said, keeping his voice low. “I love this,” she breathed. He reached around and rubbed her clit while he fucked her. “Louder. But not too loud.”

"She tried. You didn’t care enough to hear it." Ava didn’t stop. "You want to know the funniest part? She didn’t even need your life. She was Elena Valenti. She had guards, cars, money, a father who could buy your airline if he got bored. But she gave all of it up to stand behind you." Julian gripped the phone until his knuckles went white. "I didn’t know." "Because you never asked." Ava’s voice dropped. "You loved having a woman who waited, cooked, packed, forgave, and never made you feel small. You didn’t love her. You loved the service."

I roar, driving myself to the hilt as my body locks up, shooting my seed violently into the latex barrier inside her. I collapse against her, both of us panting, our sweat-slicked bodies glued together in the quiet aftermath. Elena lies beside me, eyes wide, shocked, and completely exhausted. She tries to regulate her ragged breathing, her chest heaving as she looks up at the ceiling. "Oh, shit..." she whispers, her voice cracking with awe. "I didn't know sex could feel this good." She mutters and I can’t help the genuine laughter that escapes from me.

A living, breathing child who carried his blood. If that was true, then why had we been told, in no uncertain terms, that our purpose here was to give Alexander Petrova an heir? Why buy human women and keep them in a harem if one of his own already walked the estate? The questions multiplied with every step and none of the answers made sense. Helena must have noticed the way my jaw tightened because she glanced at me. “You’re unusually quiet,” she said. “I’m thinking,” I answered. “That tends to worry me,” she replied, and I stopped walking. She took another step and then realized I had halted. “You are free to ask the questions you want.” she said calmly.

“But if this is love, Ellen, it’s twisted. It’s wrong. You can’t force someone to feel the same way you do.” ‘But the idea of having sex with her is not all that bad, trying new things is always good.’ Helena thought inwardly Ellen’s smile returned, but it was colder now, more calculated. “Love isn’t always simple, Helena. You’ll understand that soon enough.” She stood and smoothed her dress, her polished exterior firmly back in place. “For now, eat your soup. Tomorrow’s going to be a big day.” “Aren’t you going to try the sex thing then, here I was thinking you were serious”

“I’m just asking.” Elena glanced between us, confused. Lucia tilted her head and continued staring. “Pretty one too,” she added. “You have good taste, prima.” “Lucia,” I said quietly. That kind of tone stopped people. Not Lucia. She only smirked. “What?” she said. “You think I can't tell?” She gestured casually toward Elena. “She looks like the type you’d bring home.” Elena looked uncomfortable now. Lucia grinned even wider. “Don’t worry, darling” she added casually. “Valeria has always liked beautiful women.”

The musky smell and slightly sweet taste of my own release filled my mouth and my senses as he continued to kiss me. I sighed as I relaxed and concentrated on enjoying his passionate and deep kiss. When he broke our kiss, my mind was in a daze once more. Adrian chuckled a little at the sight of my dreamy face as our lips parted. I opened my eyes to find his enchanting green eyes staring at me and I smiled sweetly at him. My name is Elena and at a young but no-longer-green age of 25, I’m a widow slash divorcee with three rich and famous contract husbands.

Later on, she drank the wine Yale gave her. After that… She arrived at this place in a daze! Yelena looked around. The strange dark red lights in the room gave out an eerie feeling. It seemed like the decoration of a sex motel, including the round bed that she was lying on. There was a whip and chain on the bedhead and even a candle that was half-burned next to the bed… She was shocked. It turned out Yale was a pervert! It was he who had done this to her!

Looks like Cupid’s been busy. I eyeYelena over the rim of my wine glass. She’s got that look, the one that screams “I’m hiding something juicy.” Time to poke the bear. “Alright, spill it,” I say, setting down my glass with a dramatic clink. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” She hesitates, chewing her lip. “I don’t want to hurt Viktor, Ana.” Here it comes. “He’s just so hot!” she blurts out, and I almost choke on my drink. When I collect myself, I nod, smirking. I’ve never looked at Viktor that way, but it’s hard to argue with Yelena’s assessment.