Curious, the control was a turn on for her. Yes, of course, she enjoyed it, and in the midst of all the pain and confusion, enjoyment would bring pleasure. She was always so restricted, to lose those restrictions--how could one not enjoy that pleasure? He growled at her at her calling him boy, but he had no intention of taking that control from her. Not today. Not this time... he had his reasons.
So he watched her and he snarled, as he felt the pressure build to the point that he was losing control of his breathing. She might kill him for this, she wasn't trained enough to know when to stop, so he finally gave in, "So be it... Rey."