Rebecca Bloom The Oc Novels & Stories

One paused video showed a woman who looked eerily similar to Rebecca on her knees, face covered in cum, begging a scrawny guy to “fill Mommy’s womb.” Elias’s mouth went dry. His cock throbbed painfully against his jeans. “Oh my God.” Rebecca’s horrified whisper came from right behind him. She had returned from the laundry room at the exact wrong second. Her face drained of color, then flushed deep crimson. “Elias—close that! I… that’s not… fuck.” She reached past him to slam the laptop shut, but he was frozen already. The scent of her perfume mixed with the faint musk of arousal he swore he could smell now. Rebecca’s hand hovered, trembling, then dropped to her side.

Instead, the people parted like a curtain. And she walks in, a girl but not Holly. Someone I've only glimpsed in photos on Felix's phone when I was snooping through his I*******m follows. Rebecca Harrison. She is breathtaking in a way that leaves my chest aching. Tall and willowy, with honey blonde hair that tumbled in waves to the middle of her back. She’s got a white dress on — not exactly a wedding dress, but close enough to get the message. Her skin is perfect her smile is practiced and perfect.

Rebecca The rest of the afternoon was filled with client calls and coaching some of the new staff on various complex accounting principles. By the end of the day Rebecca was beat and could think of nothing better than a hot bath. She stood, turning and walking to the file cabinet at the back of her office where the roses sat. She leaned over and breathed in deeply, the sweet smell filling up her senses and reminding her of beauty and innocence. “They’re beautiful.” She turned and smiled at Jason. “Yes they are. I thought they might be from you.”

Content Warning: This story contains explicit scenes involving incést and BD'SM. If these themes may be distressing or triggering for you, please skip this chapter or proceed with caution. --- Rebecca's POV I wasn’t supposed to be back here this long. Originally, it was just for the summer—help out around the house, save money before getting a place of my own. But weeks turned into months, and suddenly I was unpacking boxes like this was permanent.

Anyone with eyes could see Creed is a gorgeous specimen of a man; with his dreamy blue eyes, that hard, muscled body, soft blonde hair, delicious scent… “You’re drooling.” Rebecca’s voice draws me out of my appraisal and when I snap my head towards her again, she was wearing an ‘I told you so’ smirk that I just want to punch off her face. “I was SO not drooling,” I scoff and turn my gaze towards my salad, closely inspecting it for God knows what. “I was just looking.” “Yeah?” Rebecca says. When I look back up at her, she looks serious as she points to the corner of her mouth. “You’ve got a little something there-”

And then there was my beautiful Rebecca. Rebecca looked just like her mom when Angie was her age. She was a dancer, and kept her body firm and in shape. She was stunningly beautiful, like a Hollywood starlet, but also carried herself in such a way as to almost be the hidden gem in the library...covered up in a too-big sweatshirt and glasses, head in a book. I loved Rebecca with all my heart and was so proud of the woman she was becoming. However, on this trip, seeing her alongside her friends by the pool, she was no longer a hidden gem. She knocked the other two out of the park with the way she could rock her outfits and slips and bikinis. She had a new look each day, each somehow more stunn

"Survival is an absolute necessity." My mind raced. The shattered illusions of my past flared up – Lyle’s cold face as the removal men emptied our townhouse. Love is beautiful, yet not always sweet. I had let the intoxicating rush of absolute power blind me. I had forgotten the most basic rule of the Apex Bloom: trust no one. I believed Jessica’s submission because I wanted to believe it. I wanted to be worshipped. And it had almost cost me my life.

She belongs to me and he must make them understand. Rebecca holds her hands up after placing the leaves covered with the purple liquid in a half circle in front of the border. “Openish less deoes, Openish less deoes”. She starts to chant, and she sways from side to side. Every time she chants, she gets louder. Her nose starts to bleed but she goes on not stopping. Sparks came out of her hands like electric currents going straight to the barrier, striking it with force. “Rebecca” my voice was full of concern as I could see that this was truly a lot for her. I placed my hand on her shoulder. I need this, but not at the cost of my best friend.

JACOB POV I watch Rebecca stand nervously in front of a Dior branch boutique, her brows scrunched as she fiddled with a stray lock of her hair that seemed to enjoy bouncing in the wind. My hands l**k with hers before I stare at Chen and she nods before walking in, ahead of us. "Why're we standing outside here and not going in?" Becca asked me and I smile down at her. "Chen is clearing the place" "What?" She stuttered, her mouth forming into a perfect O shape that has my groin tightening. A flashed image of us in Aspen mountains makes me grunt out too. Becca, kneeling in front of me, her hair falling in waves behind her while I fuck her mouth.