Submissive Mother Novels & Stories

Mother begins to speak stringently. “You’re not required to develop feelings for Devon, all you need to do is make yourself available for him when he needs you, and bear his children. Definitely, my recessive genes in you will manifest dominantly in the children you will bear for him." I gulp the lump in my throat as I give an unshaken reply, “Yes, Mother”.

Giving up isn't in a kid's diary, until the goal is achieved, you forced it on them or they just hit a bottom of nothingness in the advances. The goal isn't achieved yet and the boy doesn't seem to see it as the bottom of nothingness as long as women surrounded him and he knew the woman that never left his side day and night has the same structure. And talking about forcing? Chairman Charles isn't planning to hurt the boy, so he calmly takes in all his attitude when he is in his 'Mama' mode. Just like Mel isn't ever going to give up on his son, it appears the feeling is mutual.

Personal Qualities: The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than the Dominant. The Submissive will conduct herself respectfully and modestly at all times. She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on the Dominant. She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings, and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of the Dominant. Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by the Dominant.

Frank finally looked up from his newspaper, raising an eyebrow at the tension between my mother and me. Pamela, undeterred, leaned forward. "Fine, not Chloe. But what about that older woman? The one you mentioned seeing a few months ago?" I froze, my fork hovering mid-air. I set it down deliberately, meeting my mother's gaze. "I don't have any woman in my life, Mom. And honestly, I'd prefer if you respected my decisions." Pamela sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I just want what's best for you."

The warmth of their familiar scent brought tears to my eyes. “I’m pregnant,” I whispered against my mother’s shoulder. She pulled back just enough to look into my face, her own softening instantly. “Oh, Katherine” Her fingers brushed my cheeks tenderly. “As long as you are happy, that’s all that matters to me.” My father said little, but the firm nod he gave me spoke volumes. The moment felt safe, until a shift in the air. A deep, commanding presence filled the room. My parents stiffened, their wolves instantly subdued. My mother’s head bowed, my father’s body hunched instinctively in submission.

I laid my back on the bed, staring at nothing in particular when I finally had a shut eye and Micah's gleaming greens became visible in my closed eyes. The more I enjoyed seeing it, the more it reminded me of my mother, who was a strong-willed woman just like Micah, if I believed in fantasy or magical stories I would have said my mother reincarnated as Micah to protect me. But the thought that Micah was an enemy pissed me off and I flared my eyes open. How dare she try to spy on me by being my submissive? Her punishment would be worse than sex. I was ready to use her against her father while threatening her with whatever she treasured more than her life.

She follows behind me, somehow entitled to participate without my consent. A small cabin peaks out from the darkness of the woods. Perhaps cabin is too generous a term for something so small. More a shed than a home. “Rhea, this does not concern you.” The Great Mother says as we reach the door. I hear my mother’s heart rate shift, the only betrayal to her reaction. Her cool mask firmly in place. “As you command, Great Mother.” She says evenly. She glances toward me before turning away.

I see his expression darken as he approaches me dangerously. “It just so happens that you are my woman, and no one can mess with what is mine.” I am about to retort, but he quickly silences me with his comment: “You’ve been my woman since you became a mother for my son, the day Katherina saw something in you she couldn’t see in any other woman.” He then takes my hand, and we leave the house, heading to our car, filling me with fear, thinking about what might happen once we get home.

Yvonne noticed the disgust my mother had for me, and a small smile curled her lips. She raised her head and asked in feigned innocence, "What would you do if I was kidnapped, Mom?" My mother put down what she was holding and quickly approached Yvonne. Then, she enunciated solemnly, "I will not let that happen to you. If it does, I will make a portrait of the kidnapper the first chance I get and save you, trust me."

Scarlett’s POV Aiden’s mother’s elegance was out of this world with her shiny complexion, straightened blond hair and a kind of wealth that made people put their guard up around her. She had a youthful exuberance that must have come about only by cosmetic surgeries, and her skin felt like it was pulled too tight over her face.