Chapter 5: Resolution
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Marshall woke to the sensation of something cold and wet pressing against his lips. He blinked his eyes open, his vision still blurry from sleep, and saw Master X kneeling beside him, a glass of water in his hand.
"Drink, slut," Master X commanded, his voice a low growl.
Marshall complied, taking a sip of the cool liquid, feeling it soothe his parched throat. He could feel Master X's gaze on him, intense and scrutinizing, making him squirm under the scrutiny.
Once Marshall had drunk his fill, Master X set the glass down and grabbed Marshall's chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.
"That's enough, slut," he growled, his thumb pressing against Marshall's bottom lip, prying it open. "Now, I want you to show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do."
Marshall's heart pounded in his chest, his cock twitching at the implication. He opened his mouth wider, sticking out his tongue, eager to please. Master X smirked, his grip on Marshall's chin tightening.