Hot daddy's best friend

Fiona's POV

"Bunny, I'm in here," he called. His deep, husky voice echoed faintly from a distance, pulling me in like a magnet. I paced through the red, dimly lit hallway in a spinning motion, trying to find where the voice was coming from.

My heart pounded hard-scared yet curious, terrified yet drawn closer-until I reached an entrance. A bright light spilled through the cracks of a wooden door. His voice came again, clearer this time.

"Bunny, I'm right here. Don't keep me waiting."

I pushed the door open, and our eyes met. The light washed over him, highlighting every sharp line of his body. His sculpted abs flexed as he rose from his seat, and I shamelessly drooled over him from head to toe. Heat stirred inside me; I felt a twitch of longing I could not control.

He walked towards me in slow, commanding steps. In an instant, he pinned me against the wall, his strong hand holding me firmly in place.

"What took you so long? You know I hate waiting," he murmured, tracing my jawline with his long fingers. His piercing gaze burned through the mask covering half his face. I wished desperately to see the rest of him.

"I... I'm sorry," I whispered, my heart racing like a drum.

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss. His hands cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples until a cry slipped out of me.

"Ohh...yes,"

His tongue raided my mouth, hungry, demanding, and I melted into the pleasure he poured into me. My body trembled; my toes curled. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

"More... please," I pleaded breathlessly, guiding his hand down to my already wet thighs. But he resisted, pinning my hand back to the wall as his lips devoured mine. His groans vibrated against me, teasing, tormenting, igniting. My orgasm built rapidly, and his fingers on my nipples drove me to the edge.

"You'll only take what I give,"he groaned. "My little bunny, I like it when you're at my mercy Fiona," he murmured between my lips as his fingers find my entrance, pinching my clit so hard. I felt a surge of pleasure pulling my orgasm closer.

"Oh... ohhh, I'm gonna cum," I moaned desperately.

Then-

Snap!

The sound jolted me back to reality. My chest heaved as my eyes flew open. My alarm clock buzzed on the bedside table.

Another dream.

My heart sank. For years, I'd been haunted by this recurring dream-always ending at the same point. Always  leaving me aching. And worst of all, I never saw his face but his voice never left my head.

I pressed a pillow over my face, muffling the frustrated scream clawing at my throat. My messy room surrounded me-sketch pads and paintbrushes scattered from last night's work. I dragged myself out of bed, groggy but hopeful.

Today was the day I had been waiting for-the day my admission letter from the University of Arts would arrive.

I rushed