Confided in Me was Your Heart

When Lydia had finally stripped, Matt couldn't stop his eyes from hungrily looking over her. He had longed for this for so long and he wanted to simply bend her over the edge of the tub and take what was his but he knew that that would hurt Lydia. He didn't want to hurt her or scare her more than he was sure that he already had. Biting back a sigh, Matt wrapped his arm loosely around her waist and helped her into the tub. Once she was sitting down, Matt turned to grab a loofah out of the bathroom closet. He grabbed a bottle of coconut body wash before he knelt down beside the tub.

"Relax, darling. Nothing's going to happen to you," Matt assured her softly. He smiled to himself, squirting some of the body wash onto the loofah before he began to gently scrub Lydia's body. His movements slowed the further south that his hand wandered, wondering just how far he could push this. Would Lydia let him touch her? More importantly, would she want it?

The warm water was enough to help Lydia relax, even just a little bit, but the moment Matt returned to the side of the tub, loofah in hand, ready to clean her, she only immediately tensed back up. How did she manage to find herself in this situation? Matt started washing her at her chest, and all she could do was try to look away. She didn't want this monster looking at her, let alone touching her. She wanted nothing more than to just push him away, pull the curtain closed to conceal her inside the tub, and sink down and die. But she couldn't do that. If she didn't want him to hurt her, she'd have to try and make him happy.

She chewed on her lip as she felt his hand sliding down further and further down her torso. His finger tips were submerged in the water, he was so close to her cunt. She tensed up and just leaned back against the wall, her breath hitching in her throat, when she felt his hand dip down more. He had pretty much let the loofah go, it was just gliding atop the water. She felt one of his fingers rubbing against her and she her eyes widened, all she could do was sit there in the shock. Lydia looked finally looked up at him, seeing the look of lust on his face. It scared the shit out of her, but she didn't know what she could do.

"Matt?" She whispered, not sure what to say to him. In her head she was running through every possible thing he could do to her if she pissed him off. The last thing she wanted was for him to flip out and drown her, or something.

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Matt hadn't really intended on touching Lydia while she took a bath but the further his hand moved down her body, the more his urges grew. The stronger they were, the less that he cared about what it might do to Lydia if he gave into them. Images of what she might look like, withering beneath him as he fucked her flashed through his mind. It wasn't until she spoke that he was pulled from his thoughts and he jumped, realizing all too quickly that his fingers were teasing her lips. They hadn't quite brushed against her clit yet but if he just brought his hand up a bit more... Matt huffed as he yanked his hand away from her.

Bracing himself against the edge of the tub, Matt shoved himself to his feet before starting for the bathroom door. He stopped in the doorway and spoke without looking back at her. "Finish washing up," Matt grunted before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. There was nowhere that Lydia could run to, the bathroom had no windows and it was an ensuite so she would only get into his bedroom before Matt realizing she was trying to make an escape attempt. She would be silly to attempt anything.

Matt dropped down onto his bed, letting out a content sigh as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Sliding his hand into his boxers, Matt's fingers wrapped around his cock.

Lydia felt her stomach twisting into knots as she sat in the water, feeling completely disgusted by how he had so casually touched her. She could still feel his hands down there, between her thighs, gently caressing her and it made her feel sick.

Quietly, Lydia got up out of the water after a few moments, and grabbed the towel he had left for her. Wrapping it around her waist, she walked up to the bathroom door and cracked it slightly, so she could peer out. Her eyes widened upon seeing him on his bed, jerking himself off. It was odd, too, to her anyway, how he was doing it. It seemed to be so intimate, even though it was just himself doing it... She knew what he must've been thinking about.

Immediately backing up into the bathroom, Lydia just sank against the wall, and waited long enough for him to finish, before she quietly came poking out of the bathroom, her hair wet and still dripping down her shoulders. She was terrified, thinking about what he might do to her... but surely he wasn't going to rape her, if instead he was just out here touching himself?

Matt was no longer on the bed, but instead just solemnly leaning against his dresser. Swallowing, Lydia quietly spoke up, "D-Do you have any clothes?"

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Once he had finished, Matt laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. He wished that Lydia had been comfortable enough to help him with his arousal - that was all that he wanted out of her. He wanted to please her and for her to please him. He didn't understand why Lydia was so against it when he had done nothing but treat her like the princess that he believed her to be. Letting out a rough sigh, Matt pushed to his feet, moving over to the dresser to lean against it.

Matt looked up when the bathroom door started to open, a hopeful feeling washing over him, onlyy for the feeling to drop away when Lydia stuttered. He hung his head, letting out a tired sigh. He was quiet for a moment before reluctantly nodding and pushing away from the dresser.

He pulled out a clean pair of boxers and one of his bigger shirts, figuring that was what would make her most comfortable. Matt held them out to him, refusing to look in her direction. He huffed when she hesitated, shoving it toward her. "Here. Go get changed," he grumbled, turning away from her.

Lydia quickly took the clothes from Matt, feeling like the towel she had wrapped around her body was going to fall to the floor any moment, even though she had a tight grip on it. She quickly hurried back into the bathroom and shut the door, not wanting to feel his eyes over her body for a second longer. She leaned back against the door and let go of the towel, feeling her chest start to tighten and tears fill her eyes. What was going to happen to her? There had been blood stains on the floor in the basement, was he going to kill her?

She heard a loud huff come from outside the door, and knew Matt was growing annoyed. Lydia quickly pulled on the boxers and his shirt, which fell down to her knees, and threw the towel in the hamper by the sink. Trying to gather some courage, Lydia stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her, looking up at Matt. She felt so uncomfortable, knowing what he just did and knowing he wouldn't let her go home, that she didn't know what to say or do. She wanted to scream and try to run for the door, or fight him off, but she knew neither of those would work very well. Lydia knew if she wanted to try and find a way to escape, she needed to play along, but that seemed almost in possible.

"T-thanks for the clothes." She whispered, forcing herself to look up at him.

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Matt was doing his best to stay patient but the longer that he sat there on the edge of the bed, waiting for Lydia, the less patience that he seemed to have. He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he looked away from the bathroom door that he was more or less religiously watching. Matt's knee began to bounce as his emotions flared. He ground his teeth together, only looking back toward the door when the door creaked open ever so slowly.

A smile grew on his features when he finally got to see what he'd been longing for for so long. Matt cleared his throat, sitting up a bit straighter as his eyes roamed over her body. She looked absolutely delectable in his clothes and it took every ounce of his willpower to not launch at her. Matt knew that if he let himself, he would end up hurting Lydia in the same way that he had hurt the last girl that had been his. And he didn't want a repeat of that situation, Matt had never been so afraid before.. afraid of losing his freedom and the new found obsession he had managed to stumble across - Lydia.

"You're welcome," Matt answered almost immediately, scooting closer to the edge of the bed, anticipation filling his veins. Tilting his head to the side, he raised an eyebrow. "Did you maybe want a hot chocolate? Cider?" Matt offered, simply wanting to make her feel welcome and wanted here more than anything. That was the key to her wanting to be here... right? He hoped so.

Lydia could see the aggravation rolling off of Matt, like water crashing down a waterfall. His hands were clasped tightly in a fist, rested against his lips. His arms were only lowered when she finally stepped out of the bathroom, his much-to-large clothes hanging off of Lydia's body. Seeing him practically jump at the opportunity to speak, Lydia bit her lip as she thought about his request. She didn't want to piss him off, the thought of the blood stain his basement etched into the front of her mind. She didn't want to see anything worse than that.

"A-A hot chocolate sounds nice." She muttered, her arms loosely wrapped around her waist, a half-hearted attempt to make herself feel safe. Her stomach was practically in knots, and she doubted her ability to stomach anything at the moment, but she figured taking his offer was the best answer. She was terrified to make him mad at her. Lydia kept her eyes on the floor as she stepped closer and slowly started to sit down next to him on his bed. She could feel his eyes drinking her in and it was making her skin crawl. Any good emotions she held towards Matt before all of this, were completely gone now. The thought of him looking at her, thinking about her even, made her sick to her stomach.

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Matt wanted so badly to reach out and to kiss Lydia, make her his in every way that he had ever dreamed of but he knew better than to... he knew that he couldn't. It would push Lydia away and hurt her and that was the last thing that he ever wanted. He knew that he had already scared her so much by kidnapping her but he hoped that with due time, Lydia might just come around. He was in love with her, he just had to convince her of that. "Hot chocolate? Yeah, of course," he answered eagerly, nodding his head as he moved to stand. He held his hand out to her, leading Lydia out to the kitchen where he was quick to offer a bar stool to her.

He went about making her hot chocolate, deciding on one for himself as well. He put a bit of caramel in his while he dropped a hanful of mini marshmallows into Lydia's. Cute and sweet, right? Matt cleared his throat as he turned toward her, holding her mug out to her. "I.. hope you like marshmallow. I added some for you," he said, almost seeming sheepish, afraid that Lydia wouldn't like the hot chocolate that he had just made for her.

Lydia reached out her shaking hands, wrapping both of them around the warm mug she was offered. She looked down into the drink, seeing the white tiny marshmallows already beginning to turn to goo in the hot drink. "Thank you." She whispered, "I do like marshmallows." She sat the drink down in front of her to let it cool off a bit before trying to drink from it. She looked around the kitchen, her eyes focusing on the windows, and the doorway that led out in to the living room and she wondered if she could be fast enough.

She doubted it.

After a few quiet minutes passed, Lydia picked the mug back up and blew on it as she brought it up to her lips. Her heart was beating so loudly, it sounded like a drumming in her ears and she could tell Matt could see how terrified she was.

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