Hiccup growled in frustration as he stumbled again, tugging the short black skirt of his outfit further down. It didn't help at all, but it made him feel better. Why Dagur had decided that he should wear freaking heels today, he didn't know, but he was sure he was going to break an ankle. He held on to the railing of the curved staircase tightly as he carefully went downstairs to the dining room. If there was one upside to these stupid shoes, they added enough to his height that he could reach the other side of the huge table without having to walk all the way around the ridiculous thing. Honestly, who needed a table this big? No one was even visiting this idiot!
Leaning over, he grumbled under his breath as he scrubbed the wood until it shined. Hiccup nearly screamed when something suddenly pressed against his bottom. He straightened up sharply, his head slamming into something and sending his hairpiece falling over his eyes. Twisting around to see who had come up behind him, he gave an annoyed groan when he saw his boss.
"Dammit Dagur, I told you not to sneak up on me!" He snapped, pulling the lacy headband off his face and flattening his hair before putting it back where it belonged. "I'm busy Dagur." He muttered, knowing the excuse wouldn't work.
"Is that any way to talk to me?" Dagur all but purred, his lips pressing to the soft skin just under Hiccup's ear. His hand rubbed over Hiccup's thigh, playing with the edge of his panties and making him quickly cover his mouth to muffle a small squeak.
"N-No.. Master. I'm sorry." Hiccup said quietly. Dagur smirked as his hand moved from Hiccup's leg to his ass.
"Good boy." He stepped away and dropped in to one of the chairs. Hiccup looked at him curiously. "Don't stop just for me." Dagur said with a grin, waving his hand. Hiccup had to fight the urge to roll his eyes as he snatched the rag he'd dropped.
He could feel Dagur's eyes on him as he worked his way down the table, fighting the urge to hold his skirt down with one hand as he bent over to clean the opposite side. The lace and silk panties that brushed against his skin had him flushing.
This really was not what he had been expecting when the man had offered to let him work off the debt he had ended up with. Housework, he could do. Cleaning around the huge ass house, helping with meals, that was easy. But Dagur failed to inform him that 'maid' was code for 'personal fuck toy'.
It all had started about two months ago…