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299 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 21, 2019

There's no reason to cover yourself from me, Phoenix. I am your father. I created you and I can feast on your beauty as much as I like. Is that a problem?
I couldn't take my eyes off the adornment he had placed on me, and an involuntary smile crept from my lips.
"It's beautiful, Daddy," I whispered, almost forgetting about my state of undress.
Without another word, I watched my father tuck away his cock, zip up his pants and storm out of the ballroom as people gawked from the sidelines. Unable to keep my head up any more, I laid it back onto the table and shut my eyes. A sense of betrayal ran through me as I internally applauded Zander for standing up to Wayne. I had twenty-one years of good memories with my father, and it was all destroyed in one night, but I still felt bad for his humiliation.

Most of me didn't subscribe to that line of thinking, but there was still a part of me that did. It was a part that I didn't want to give any weight to, a part that I didn't want to give any weight to, a part that both terrified me and excited me a little bit at the same time.
At seventeen, they gave me my first community whore.
"Do you see that son?" my father pointed at her, "That is YOUR pussy. That space between her legs is the disappointing emptiness where you cock should be. Take what is yours son, and teach her who is almighty."
I had let the blackness inside of me take over, and when the next morning's sun had risen, I was a young man lying in bed with a dead whore.
I was a man.
I was superior.
I was the Master.
Women were nothing but breeders, put on this earth to do the bidding of man.







