This wasn't exactly his plan. He only needed information out of you. But when he noticed the signs that you were into him, he took the advantage.

His fingers pressing into your hip roughly and leaving small blue or red bruises on your skin- massaging the part slowly. It's an aching sensation, tough to endure.

He leans down- with the crackle of electricity in the air-and squeezez your jaw tightly

"Eyes on me." He sternly demands.

You weren't a masochist, but he'd turn you into one.