The Submission of Little Lady Sophia

By Anna Austin

"I am your Lord and Master, and you will obey my every command and accommodate my every desire.”
When beautiful and innocent Sophia is told that she is to marry Lord Sebastian Morgan, she feels like her life is over before it has even begun. Though handsome, Sebastian has a reputation for cruelty, and Sophia fears that her future with him will be far from happy.

But Lord Morgan's reputation doesn't even begin to do him justice, and Sophia soon finds that in the flesh he is even more depraved and devilish than she expected. On her wedding night, he introduces her to his twisted desires, and soon the young and inexperienced Sophia finds herself drawn into a world of intense pleasure and exquisite pain.

Can Sophia's body and mind survive the night intact? Or will she lose herself as she becomes a plaything of her new Lord and Master?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Sep 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311130402

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The Submission of Little Lady Sophia

Anna Austin

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2015 Anna Austin

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~

I stood at the altar clad in white, a veil covering my face. The vicar turned to me and posed me the question that every bride in England for hundreds of years has been asked.

Sophia, wilt thou take this man to be thy lawful wedded husband, to live together in holy matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?

It was my wedding day. It should have been the happiest day of my life. It was not.

When I was a little girl I had believed in romance. I had imagined that when I grew up I would meet Prince Charming, a handsome, dashing man who would sweep me off my feet and take me away on a white charger to live in a fairy tale castle. As I grew older I refined this fantasy somewhat. The fairy tale castle was cast aside as a childish fancy. Instead I imagined a grand house, with servants and gardens and more rooms than I could count. The white charger was similarly banished, replaced in my mind’s eye by a smart and stylish carriage, painted with a coat of arms and adorned with baroque carvings.

The ironic thing was that this part of my fantasy had come true. I was marrying into wealth. I would get to live in the grand house and ride in the stylish carriage.

But I was not marrying Prince Charming. I was marrying Sebastian Morgan. And the circumstances of our marriage were far from romantic.

My father was a member of the gentry, and we lived in a fine old house in the Shropshire countryside. But despite our outward appearance of security and respectability, a terrible legacy haunted our family. My grandfather – a drunken rogue much given to drinking and gambling – had when he died passed on his not inconsiderable debts to my father. Papa had tried everything he could to stave off our creditors, selling the family silver, begging our relations for charity, and even selling off a small parcel of the land that we owned. It wasn’t enough and finally he had in desperation turned to our neighbour, Lord Morgan, for help.

If we existed on the fringes of the gentry, Lord Sebastian Morgan was true aristocracy. He owned huge estates – my mother