Page 3 of Hurt Me Not
When we moved backstage, another girl was waiting for us, though this one seemed much warmer and more inviting. Her name was Nyx.
“If you need to change, you can do so over there,” she said with a smile, her dark hair dyed purple and pink at the ends swishing as she looked us over. “We have extra clothes and shoes in case you’re uncomfortable. I will also be the one to see you to your room after you have signed your contract and your bidding has concluded.”
I looked in the direction of the dressing rooms and then back down to my clothes. I was wearing a simple dress that fell to my thighs with a lace accent on the neck and hemline.
I wasn’t sure if it would be enough, but I decided to trust Sloan. They wouldn’t leave us hanging.
“Speaking of contracts, you will sign one now and one after the bidder’s bid is accepted and the funds are transferred,” Ax said, her eyes looking over each and every one of us. “You will get a chance to back out at every step. After the bidding, we will ask if you’re comfortable continuing with your bidder, and there are call buttons in the rooms to alert us if you need help at any time. Nothing is more important than your safety.”
The words were comforting, but she was still scary. Until she looked at Nyx, and I watched her expression change just slightly.
They’re together!They're cute. I want something like that.
Just maybe with someone less… intimidating.
But then another voice whispered in the back of my mind.
You also want to be degraded and spat on, so maybe someone like her really is what you need.
I pushed that away immediately, even if my skin heated at the thought. There was fruit and water in front of us, so I took a sip and a few bites, not really knowing if I should say anything.
When Ax was done talking, it was quiet, and our hosts smiled.
“Alright. Shall we get this started?”
I stood up on the stage, the silence deafening as the crowd stared at me.
I wasn’t the first to go up there, but the girl before me, Juliette, had gone for a million fucking dollars. More money than I’d ever seen in my life. I couldn’t even fathom having that amount of money.
I suddenly felt self-conscious in my flirty dress, thinking it wouldn’t even be enough to get someone to spend a few hundred thousand. And my mind started to fill with unwelcome thoughts.
You were stupid to come here.
No one is ever going to buy you.
They’ll think you’re weird.
Not pretty enough.
Not worth it?—
I squared my shoulders, keeping my head high and forcing the voice out of my head as I looked at the crowd, pulling myself together.
“Our next beautiful offering is an NYU graduate who is into degradation and bits of impact play. She wants a dom who will help her learn the beauty of submission. We will start the bidding at two hundred thousand.”
Too late to back away now, it’s all out in the open. Do you really think they’re going to want you?
I winced. I had prefilled my introduction, but I didn’t realize it would just be blurted out like that.
Seconds of silence that felt more like hours followed.
Then something happened that slapped those thoughts away.
Shiny, black paddles with numbers carved into them raised one by one until the crowd was swimming with them.
People are interested… in me. The real me, kinks and all.
Confidence burst in my chest. Pride. Something I’d only felt a handful of times in my life.
