The Entertainer (Dandy Mott fanfic)

Chapter 4 - His Favorite Toy

I stood there, shaking. How exactly do you respond when the psycho man who is holding you hostage wants you to make love to him? I took a deep breath in.
"Dandy, we can't do this. I could get pregnant! We only just met earlier today!" I said as my emotions began to go wild. I was starting to actually love him. All I wanted was to please him, but this was one thing, I couldn't do.
He stepped away from me, giving me an angry look. Seeing how muscular he was, made me more afraid of him. He was so strong, he could kill me with his bare hands. My lust had completely turned to fear. Closing his eyes for a moment, and taking a deep breath, Dandy spoke again.
"Fine. We won't do it now. Tomorrow night we will."
"But, why then?" I asked.
"Tomorrow morning, we will be going shopping, so that you can get a new wardrobe, while we are in town, we can go into the drugstore and get rubbers."
I just nodded my head in agreement.
When I realized that he was keeping calm, and didn't want to hurt me, I relaxed again. Maybe he's not as crazy as I thought, maybe he's just- bored.
"Well, it's late, we should be getting some sleep. Follow me, I'll show you our bed."
I was surprised when he announced that it was our bed, but judging by the rest of the house, I was sure that the bed was big enough for the both of us.
We walked into a bedroom with fine art on the walls and an oriental rug on the floor, that was probably worth millions. By the time I finished looking around the room, Dandy was already in bed. I took a few more moments to glance at his marionette collection locked in glass casing.
"Come on Bonnie, you need a good nights sleep."
I climbed onto the bed, and under the covers, trying to stay on my own side of the bed. "Bonnie." He scolded firmly. Once again I was terrified.
I rolled over to face him, as my eyes widened and my lip quivered.
"Why are you so scared of me?!"
"What? But I- I wasn't being- I just-" I couldn't get out a full sentence. "I won't hurt you. As long as you do as I say. Right now, I own you. There's nothing you can do to escape me."
Now I was absolutely petrified. I leapt out of the bed and ran towards the door. He ran twice as fast and beat me to it, locking it and sliding the key under the door into the hall. I didn't even have time to turn around, he came up behind me, slammed both hands onto the door on each side of me, and began to breathe heavy on the back of my neck.
"STOP ACTING SO FUCKING AFRAID OF ME!"
I felt my emotions building up, I knew I was about to begin sobbing, I couldn't help it, but before a single tear could stream down my face, he turned me around, pinned me up against the wall, and slammed his lips into mine. His strong arms around me, my fingers running through his hair, we must've spent twenty minutes before our lips ever separated. When we finally dropped onto the bed, we were both completely out of breath.
We rolled over to face each other and just smiled.
He was giggling, he was a little sweaty, and his hair was all over the place. Seeing him like this made me think. He's not perfect, but he's certainly perfect for me. After laying there for a few minutes, he had fallen asleep with his arm wrapped tightly around me as I lay awake with deep thoughts.
The same man that saved me, could be more dangerous than what he saved me from, yet here I am, in his bed, as he holds me tightly, the way a child holds their favorite toy.