Chapter 9
Over the next couple of weeks, I tried not to dwell too much on the conversation I’d had with Holden. Or to be too disappointed when we didn’t get to spend that much time together. I was finally feeling well again, back to normal. And I wanted more than the occasional edging session where I only sometimes got to come. Holden had yet to take off more than his shirt, and I hadn’t even touched his d**k. When I brought up my frustration, Holden just smirked.
“Patience,” he’d say. “Good boys get rewards.”
He was killing me. Absolutely killing me. But in the best possible way. I loved every second of it.
Holden had been putting in a lot of hours at work. Some sort of crisis he couldn’t tell me about—client confidentiality was something he took very seriously—kept him busy and in th
