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arched off the bed.
He made her climb again.
She panted, her breaths fast, faster than the beating of his heart. This time when she crested her mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. Her body jerked, trying to pull him down into the crash. Adom refused to go. He wanted more, needed more. Needed to take her higher, make her soar off into the clouds. Together, they would paint the sky.
He spilled into her again as her orgasm gripped the life essence out of him. After he came down from his second orgasm, he withdrew from her. His cock might’ve been limp, but his desire for her still burned bright. He wanted to taste the canvas they’d painted between her thighs.
But when he removed his hips from the haven between her legs, he saw she wasn’t moving. Her body lay prone, faced down in the bed.
“Alyss,” he called. She didn’t move.
He untied her wrists. She didn’t move.
He unbound her legs. She remained still.
He turned her over. Her limbs flopped like dead weight.
Panic rose in his chest. “Alyss,” he shouted.
Her face was slack, her eyes closed as though she were in a deep slumber. He gave her shoulders a shake. Still, no response.
“No, no, no.” Adom grabbed at his temple, staring down at the limp body sprawled out below him.
It had happened again.
Chapter Seven
“The Education Bill? You want me to head it up?”
The Male Voice stood at Emet’s desk. The other males had long gone home. Only the two of them remained.
“You impressed me today with your compromise. Most of the ladies feel it's their way or no way. You got a lady to listen to you.”
The praise was great for Emet to hear, but the assignment wasn’t exactly the one he wished. “Education? Are you sure I’m the right man for the job?”
“You were thinking of something else?”
“I have ideas about the Right of Separation Bill.”
“The Divorce Bill?”
“I think we need to expand it for more than divorce.” Emet thought back to the look in Lady Alyss’ eyes after the nasty encounter with her Mother earlier this afternoon. “I think it needs to focus on other forms of separation. The right of bonded males to separate from their wives in the case of neglect, infidelity, and abuse. And to part with their fair share of the financial resources from the bond. But also the rights of young men…and young women to separate from their Mothers or female caretakers in cases of duress.”
Emet waited while the Male Voice levied that intense gaze upon him. He’d seen the gaze cause older advocates, men who’d been in this office much longer than he had, falter and back down. Emet had grown up with monks who would sit and stare at each other for hours. He could easily win a staring contest. But this was neither a competition nor a meditation.
“The rights and livelihoods of women does not fall under the jurisdiction of this office, Emet.”
Emet inhaled the Male Voice’s words and allowed them to rest on his tongue before responding. In the end he had to shake his head and spit his rebuke out. “I have to disagree with that. These offices, every chamber in this compound, was formed to reach for what’s best for this society. We spend so much time fighting against women, instead of working with them. And they do the same. They accuse men, all men, of the faults of our shared past. Then, in some cases, they repeat those same faults. Wrong is wrong, regardless of whose hand strikes the raw deal.”
The Male Voice stared at Emet once more in quiet contemplation. Emet inhaled and held the breath. He held it for as long as he could until-
“All right, Emet.”
Emet’s breath came out as a gushing sigh.
“I’ll give you the Rights of Separation Bill, but…”
Emet had been jubilant with the first half of the Male Voice’s sentence. With that one, small, three-lettered word it was as though the upbeat violin concerto turned from jubilant to ominous. Emet didn’t know how the Male Voice knew, but he was certain
He made her climb again.
She panted, her breaths fast, faster than the beating of his heart. This time when she crested her mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. Her body jerked, trying to pull him down into the crash. Adom refused to go. He wanted more, needed more. Needed to take her higher, make her soar off into the clouds. Together, they would paint the sky.
He spilled into her again as her orgasm gripped the life essence out of him. After he came down from his second orgasm, he withdrew from her. His cock might’ve been limp, but his desire for her still burned bright. He wanted to taste the canvas they’d painted between her thighs.
But when he removed his hips from the haven between her legs, he saw she wasn’t moving. Her body lay prone, faced down in the bed.
“Alyss,” he called. She didn’t move.
He untied her wrists. She didn’t move.
He unbound her legs. She remained still.
He turned her over. Her limbs flopped like dead weight.
Panic rose in his chest. “Alyss,” he shouted.
Her face was slack, her eyes closed as though she were in a deep slumber. He gave her shoulders a shake. Still, no response.
“No, no, no.” Adom grabbed at his temple, staring down at the limp body sprawled out below him.
It had happened again.
Chapter Seven
“The Education Bill? You want me to head it up?”
The Male Voice stood at Emet’s desk. The other males had long gone home. Only the two of them remained.
“You impressed me today with your compromise. Most of the ladies feel it's their way or no way. You got a lady to listen to you.”
The praise was great for Emet to hear, but the assignment wasn’t exactly the one he wished. “Education? Are you sure I’m the right man for the job?”
“You were thinking of something else?”
“I have ideas about the Right of Separation Bill.”
“The Divorce Bill?”
“I think we need to expand it for more than divorce.” Emet thought back to the look in Lady Alyss’ eyes after the nasty encounter with her Mother earlier this afternoon. “I think it needs to focus on other forms of separation. The right of bonded males to separate from their wives in the case of neglect, infidelity, and abuse. And to part with their fair share of the financial resources from the bond. But also the rights of young men…and young women to separate from their Mothers or female caretakers in cases of duress.”
Emet waited while the Male Voice levied that intense gaze upon him. He’d seen the gaze cause older advocates, men who’d been in this office much longer than he had, falter and back down. Emet had grown up with monks who would sit and stare at each other for hours. He could easily win a staring contest. But this was neither a competition nor a meditation.
“The rights and livelihoods of women does not fall under the jurisdiction of this office, Emet.”
Emet inhaled the Male Voice’s words and allowed them to rest on his tongue before responding. In the end he had to shake his head and spit his rebuke out. “I have to disagree with that. These offices, every chamber in this compound, was formed to reach for what’s best for this society. We spend so much time fighting against women, instead of working with them. And they do the same. They accuse men, all men, of the faults of our shared past. Then, in some cases, they repeat those same faults. Wrong is wrong, regardless of whose hand strikes the raw deal.”
The Male Voice stared at Emet once more in quiet contemplation. Emet inhaled and held the breath. He held it for as long as he could until-
“All right, Emet.”
Emet’s breath came out as a gushing sigh.
“I’ll give you the Rights of Separation Bill, but…”
Emet had been jubilant with the first half of the Male Voice’s sentence. With that one, small, three-lettered word it was as though the upbeat violin concerto turned from jubilant to ominous. Emet didn’t know how the Male Voice knew, but he was certain
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