She did like the power and control of the situation. She would never admit it out loud, but more than once, she might have imagined him being like this, being the one under her control where she had free reign to do what she wanted and willed.
Rey clenched her hand and her magic began to spread, rather than holding his wrists, it moved up his arms, and back against his chest. There was such a strong power there hat she held back, that her father made her hold back. He had once said that giving into absolute power would corrupt absolutely, but maybe he was wrong. The thought let Rey let go of that control and show the true power that hid just beneath, naturally gifted.