Gideon typically did not wear gloves when handling a whip or flogger. He liked the way the leather felt against his hand. When he used a chain, he liked the way the links vibrated in his palm with each blunt hit. Jesse caught his breath, now sharing Emma’s trepidation. It crawled down his spine like something slow and slimy. He knew what Gideon was going to do just before he reached for the hurlbat.
“Oh. Sir…why?”
“Because it hurts you.” The curved weapon caught the light as Gideon took it out. He needed gloves to protect himself from the weapon searing away his skin. It wasn’t meant to be handled by anyone but a Guardian. “Anything else I use on you, you’ll enjoy too much.”
“But why hurt him at all?”
Emma’s almost fearful question came without the proper respect, but Gideon didn’t call her on it. “Part of the problem with you two is that Emma takes everything you’re feeling, boy, and experiences it as pleasure. She needs to learn not to convert pain into something enjoyable.”