Blind Sex

It wasn't until the bathwater became tepid that she decided to step out. Anya was waiting obediently by the door like always. She stood so still and quiet that she made Tatyana think of an assassin. A very perverted assassin.

"You don't have to stare at me like that you know?" Tatyana said, lifting her hair up as Anya began to dry her off.

"Staring? I was not staring at you Mistress" Anya said, smirking.

"I suppose you're right. A blind girl has nothing to stare at me with anyway" Tatyana replied.

Her fingers grazed the leather strap that covered Anya's eyes. Beneath that strip lay two empty, hollow sockets. When she had first seen Anya's uncovered face she had been frightened. She had been just a child then. Anya had been in her father's care at the time, a playmate brought by her father who had grown concerned about her having only male friends.

"I use to be so cruel to you when I was a child, wasn't I?" Tatyana asked, brushing her fingers along the edge of the strap, undoing the clasp.

The leather strap fell away, and she found herself once again entranced by the empty sockets. They were completely hollow, the result of a cruel sadistic man. He had used a spoon to scoop out her eyes. It was Anya's only flaw, the cruel scars and the emptiness scaring off those who might have otherwise loved her.

"Yes, you were quite the brat" Anya said, bending down to pick up the leather strap. Tatyana had always found it amazing that Anya could accomplish things like that. Being blind did not seem to hinder her at all.

"Just how do you manage to do that?" Tatyana asked. She could remember Anya always avoiding her traps too.

"The Lord has blessed me with a different type of vision,” Anya said, clasping the leather band back around her head.

Tatyana scoffed, lifting her head as Anya slipped the gown over her arms and head. "You actually believe in God? Where was he when that psycho was scooping your eyes out?"

Anya just shook her head. "Haven't you ever heard the Lord works in mysterious ways?"

Tatyana scoffed once again. Her eyes fell upon the plain silver cross that hung from Anya's neck and her frown deepened. Anya was a beautiful woman, but her (often obsessive) interest in religion was something that deeply annoyed Tatyana. She did not like the image of the Virgin Mary entering her head each time they had sex.

"Whatever" Tatyana grumbled, combing her fingers through her still damp hair. She knew better than to even hint upon the subject with Anya. If she wanted to hear sermons she would have spent the night with Ivan.

Sometimes Father chose the strangest people to keep around him, Tatyana thought to herself as she left the adjoining bathroom and entered her room. Like all the rooms in her father's home, it was quite large and spacious. There was furniture made from expensive wood that she had completely no interest in filling up the space. Her bed set high off the floor with four spiraling posters that had dragons carved into the wood. Silk curtains covered the glass doors for the balcony, which had been left open again so that they billowed like ghost.

The only thing that had Tatyana seal of approval was the vanity table. It was cluttered with jars of perfume and lotions. Tubes of lipstick and cases of makeup were piled on top of each other and shoved into drawers. The silver hairbrush that had belonged to her mother was set upon a small jewelry box that her father had brought for her when she was twelve.

"Let me brush your hair" Anya said, heading towards the desk. The maids made sure to keep Tatyana's room clean of debris, since it was a very serious punishment to allow something to harm Anya. Several maids and servants had been fired for their carelessness.

Tatyana took a seat at the vanity table, staring at herself in the vanity mirror. There were no flaws in her beautiful pale skin. She was beautiful and she knew it. It was easy for her to imagine that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Have you ever seen the picture depicting the sin of vanity, Tatyana?" Anya asked, beginning to brush the young woman's hair. "From far away, the woman in the picture looks stunning, but as you come closer to the picture, she begins to become ugly. Beneath that beautiful skin is death and corruption. Sooner or later it all boils to the surface."

There were times when Tatyana felt that Anya's words held a double meaning to them. This was one of those times.

"Are you calling me ugly? You're one to talk" she muttered, wincing as Anya tugged her hair painfully.

"You never listen to me Tatyana. One day you will learn that it’s okay to listen to other people for once" Anya said, sighing softly.

"You sound like my father" Tatyana grumbled.

Anya laughed softly. "Well I do spend a lot of time with him."

Anya's hands became still in her hair, and Tatyana lifted her head back to look up at her. "Hey Anya...Don't you get pissed when Father chooses Mishka over you? You were here first."

".... I suppose. A small part of me does" Anya answered softly, cradling the brush to her chest.

"Hmph. My father's an idiot. He should go ahead and marry you."

"You really want Mishka to yourself that bad?"

Tatyana laughed, shaking her head. "No! Why would I want him? He's much too strong for me. I prefer my passive little Vanya."

Anya smirked and resumed brushing her mistress's hair. "Oh so now it's Vanya? I thought you hated using his pet name."

Tatyana shrugged. "I am going to be married to him soon. I might as well get used to it,” she said.

Anya finished brushing her hair, setting it down atop the jewelry box. She rested her hands on Tatyana's shoulders, leaning down to kiss the woman's temple. She then hugged her loosely, her smiling face mirrored in the mirror. Tatyana thought it was a shame Anya would never be able to see.

"My brother will be good for you" Anya said, smiling against plush lips as Tatyana turned her head slightly.

"You'll be good for me too, right?" Tatyana asked, reaching back to pull Anya closer.

"How greedy. You plan on having us both even after your marriage? Your father would never stand for it" Anya said.

Tatyana just laughed. "Like I care. I am not Dimitri. I won't let Father run every aspect of my life."

"Speaking of Dimitri, he should be coming home for the wedding, right?"

Tatyana shrugged, sliding out of Anya's hold. "Damned if I know" she said, making her way towards the bed. Without question, Anya also followed her. They climbed into bed together, Tatyana looking very much like a child as she curled up in Anya's long slender arms.

"That's what Father says. To tell the truth though, I hope he does not come" Tatyana admitted.

It was the first time Anya had ever heard anything like this. Tatyana had always been close to her surrogate brother, and had always included him into all of her plans. It really was quite a shock to hear her now confess that she hoped he was not coming. Just what had brought about this change?

"Do not think too much about it Anya" Tatyana said, burying her face against the woman's chest. "I just don't want him coming all the way from the country. His wife just gave birth, it's not healthy for the baby."

Anya felt that there was more to it than that but she would not press Tatyana. She combed her fingers gently through the young woman's hair, inhaling the strawberry scent of Tatyana's shampoo. It smelled like something Vladmir would choose. Lately he had been pushing more and more "womanly" smelling perfumes and shampoos on the girl. It was almost funny. Anya much preferred the colognes that Tatyana used to wear.

"Hey, what are you thinking about now?" Tatyana asked, looking up at her.

"Your father's attempts at making you a woman" Anya answered, chuckling softly at the grimace that passed Tatyana's face.

"You'd think with tits this big he would know my gender" Tatyana muttered.

"It's talk like that that makes your father cringe. Respectable women do not speak like that,” Anya scolded. Even with no eyes she knee that Tatyana was rolling her eyes.

"Oh, how quickly I forget. Forgive me. These overly large bosoms of mines should be proof enough that I am a lady" Tatyana muttered, mocking the teachers here father had hired to teach her to be more feminine. "If a man can get away with talking like that why can't I?"

"You're not a man though."

"So. Men suck anyway,” Tatyana muttered.

Anya laughed, wrapping her arms around Tatyana, rubbing her back. "That's a very childish comment. Next you'll be saying they have cooties."

"Some of them do. It's called the Clap" was Tatyana's muttered reply.

This time Anya could not hold back her laughter, her body shaking lightly. There was a hard knock at the door before it was opened. Her laughter died down as Tatyana sat up.

"Forgive me. I heard laughter so I assumed you were still awake" a deep voice said. Anya had never heard this voice before and quickly became alarmed.

"Does my father know you are here?" Tatyana asked, reaching beneath her pillow for the sheathed dagger she always kept beneath it.

"N-No" the silver-haired man said, and Tatyana curled her fingers tighter around the dagger's handle. "I just spoke briefly to him at the party..."

The party going on downstairs had been some male-only gathering thrown by her father. It was supposed to be in celebration of some battle being won, but Tatyana knew it was only a chance for all of them to show off their slaves. She had no interest in being around the pompous bastards that her father kept company with, or see their emaciated slaves who seemed to be suffering from malnutrition.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I-- I've always heard that Lord Vladmir has a beautiful daughter... I was sure you would be at his side,” the man continued.

Mishka was accompanying her father tonight. Anyone who was truly friends with her father knew that she would never attend a party like that. Even if she had wanted to her father would have forbid her from coming anyway.

"You really are a beautiful girl,” the man said, stepping towards the bed.

It was a blur. The dagger vanished from her grip, now in the hands of a nightgown clad blur. Anya's movements were blinding as she moved from the bed, striking out like a snake. Her fang was the dagger’s blade, which slid across the man's throat like a hot knife through butter. The man's eyes were wide, his voice nothing more than gurgling sounds as he reached for the bleeding line that was now his neck. It was not deep enough to kill, but it was deep enough to serve as a warning. The next strike would not be so forgiving.

"Leave now" Anya hissed, her body tight and poised to strike.

The man choked out some side, clutching a napkin to his neck as he disappeared from the room just as quickly as he had appeared.

"Bastard" Anya cursed beneath her breath, her head bowed. "Father in Heaven please forgive me.”

Tatyana was speechless. It was the first time she had seen Anya behave like that. She was once again reminded of an assassin, and with what she had just seen the idea did not seem too far off. She knew Anya had been brought her to be her playmate, but what if that had not been the only reason?

"Mistress? Mistress are you okay?"

Tatyana jumped slightly as she realized just how close Anya was to her. Had she even seen her move? The bloody dagger was still clutched in Anya's hand, blood dripping onto the carpet.

"It's okay Tatyana. You don't have anything to fear" Anya said softly, smiling as she cupped Tatyana's cheek with her free hand.

Tatyana tilted her head into Anya's touch. "Since when have I ever been afraid of anything?"

Anya laughed softly. "That's right. You fear nothing. Just like your father."

Grasping Anya's wrist, Tatyana drew the woman's index finger into her mouth, sucking it lightly. It did not take super hearing to hear the shuddering breath the woman released. Tatyana grinned, nibbling the woman's fingertips.

"Tatyana, do you really think this is appropriate? I have blood on my hand."

"Really? Well give me that hand I'll lick it off for you" Tatyana said, flashing a leering grin that Anya could not see.

"Blood turns you on doesn't it Mistress?" Anya asked, now reflecting that grin as she held the blood dagger to Tatyana's lips.

Tatyana's pink tongue flicked out, tasting the first few droplets of blood. The metallic taste sent a thrill through her body, her body shuddering lightly as she took the blade into her mouth. She let her tongue run along the razor-sharp blade, pressing her tongue against the tip and licking at the underside. It was a shame Anya was blind because she knew she was putting on one hell of a show.

"Mistress..."Anya said, her voice a little breathless.

Tatyana reached up, taking the dagger from Anya's shaking hand. With a gentle hand she pushed the woman down to lie on her back, letting the blade press against her bare shoulder. As she drew the blade quickly over the woman's skin Anya cried out. It was not the first time they had done this. As long as she avoided Anya's face, the woman would let her do as she pleased.

Gripping the front of the gown, she cut through it with the dagger. It was made of a sheer fabric and parted easily, exposing the woman's white cotton bra. Unlike Tatyana, Anya's choice of undergarments were much more plainer. Tatyana did not complain, the white bra and panties suited the woman, it added to her purity.

"Tatyana" Anya whispered, pressing her fingers against the woman's face, seeing her with her fingertips.

"I wonder what you see in that darkness. Do you see me?" Tatyana asked, leaning down to press her lips against the middle of Anya's chest, tasting the woman's skin. A hand rested on Anya breast, squeezing it lightly before sliding beneath the bra.

Anya was more responsive than Tatyana thought she would be. Maybe the smell of blood excited her too? Whatever it was, Tatyana liked this little change of pace. Usually it would take her a lot of foreplay to get Anya in the mood. She hated to use the word frigid, but it was the only word she could think of to describe Anya. It made her wonder if Anya was frigid when she was with her father too.

A wicked thought entered Tatyana's head as she kissed her way down Anya's lithe, beautiful body. Holding the dagger, she parted Anya's slender legs, pressing the wooden blade of the dagger against the front of Anya's panties, slowly rubbing it up and down. Anya's body became tense beneath her, the woman's soft moaning pants reaching her ears.

"T-Tatyana" Anya murmured, and Tatyana felt proud that she made her stutter.

"I'm not doing anything bad" Tatyana said, pressing the dagger harder against her body. Anya's body rode it as her hands clutched at the sheets.

Tatyana leaned up, reaching behind Anya's head to undo the leather. She was not afraid of Anya's face. Even the woman's flaws looked beautiful when she was like this. Her eyes widened suddenly as she looked at Anya's loose hair, which looked like spilled blood against the white sheets.

"Blood" Tatyana murmured, twirling a strand of the woman's hair around her finger.

Tatyana placed a tender kiss against Anya's lips, using the dagger to cut the woman's panties. It was much quicker than taking them off. She knew that later on Anya would be angry (since she was much too preoccupied now to care), but underwear could always be brought. Moments like this however, could not be brought.

"Try not to be too angry at me, okay?” Tatyana murmured, pressing another kiss against the woman's lips.

Tatyana pressed her fingers against the woman's entrance, slowly sliding her middle and ring finger into the woman moist cavern, wrenching a deep groan from her. For Tatyana, sex was all about pleasuring the other person past their limits. Despite what her father and others thought, she was still a virgin in the sense that another person had never touched her.

"Two fingers don't really count for much, do they Anya?" Tatyana murmured against the flesh of the woman's stomach, receiving a soft moan for her answer.

She started slow, thrusting her fingers in and out, before gradually picking up speed. Anya rode her fingers, her body bucking as Tatyana's thumb brushed against her swollen clit. Once again a wicked thought entered her mind. Slowly pulling her fingers out of Anya, she reached for the dagger. The handle was smooth and it would not hurt Anya, other wise she would have never thought to use it. She held Anya's hip down with one hand as she slowly inserted the handle of the dagger inside of Anya. The woman made a shocked noise, her fingers twisting in Tatyana's hair.

"A new...A new toy?" Anya asked breathlessly,

Tatyana grinned as she shook her head. "Nope. It's the dagger."

Tatyana had the sudden insight to press the handle deeper into her, earning herself a loud moan and the death of the glare Anya had been directing towards her. She grasped the woman's clit between her thumb and forefinger, toying with the little nub until Anya's body was arching off the bed.

"Careful Anya, you don't want to move around too much with that knife inside do you?" she asked teasingly.

Leaning her head down, Tatyana ran her tongue along the blade, lapping at the woman's inner thighs and around the blade handle. It was not long before Anya's body became stiff, the woman crying out her name as she came. She ran her fingers over the woman's slightly sweaty, shuddering body, pressing her fingers against Anya's mouth, which sucked them lightly.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" Tatyana said, kissing her lightly.

"Tatyana!"

She turned to see her father standing in the doorway. It was then Tatyana realized that she had forgotten to close the door. Mishka stood behind her father, a grin on his painted up face as he winked at her. Standing at their side was the man from earlier, who was now sporting gauze around his neck.

"Cover yourself Anya" Mishka said, smirking as the woman sat up, her face as red as her hair as she removed the dagger handle, drawing the sheets up to cover herself.

"I thought this man had done something horrible to you" Vladmir said, stepping into the room. "Why did you not come and tell me this man had come into your room?"

Tatyana sighed, reaching for the small bottle of hand sanitizer that she kept near her bed. "Please Father, Anya took care of him, as you can see. Why would I have come to you?"

Vladmir seemed crestfallen, staring down at his feet. His daughter was growing up so fast; he missed those days when she used to come to him for help. Not only had she dealt with the stranger entering her room, but also here she was experimenting with knife-sex, and she had done it in the correct way also. It brought tears to his eyes.

"So, what exactly are we going to do with him?" Mishka asked, bringing attention back onto the man who seemed to want to disappear. Mishka was sure the man was regretting ever trying such a foolish stunt, especially with a family like this.

"I don't--" Tatyana began to say, before a grin came onto her face. It was a sinister grin that made Vladmir proud. "Take his eyes out. Scrape them out with a spoon."

"Mistress!" Anya protested, looking to Vladmir. "Please Sir, I dealt with that man. He has learned from his mistake. Let him go about his way."

Vladmir looked from his daughter to Anya. It was hard denying his daughter of anything, but it would not do to have another dead body washing up on the shores either. He turned, his patent glare melting the man where he stood.

"You are lucky that someone here has mercy. Get out of my site and never let me see you again. Or else I will kill you" Vladmir said.

The man nodded, before running from the room, his footsteps heavy against the wooden floor of the hall. Mishka, feeling that his presence was no longer needed, also made his way down the hall. He was tired and that party had done nothing but put him in a foul mood.

"My darling little Tatyana" Vladmir said, kissing his daughter's lips. "You should be especially nice to Anya for protecting you. Take her out someplace nice tomorrow."

Tatyana nodded, kissing her father back. "I will. I have a few things to make up for anyway,” she said, smiling sheepishly.

When Vladmir left the room, Tatyana closed the door and locked it. She was a little disappointed that the man had not been killed. It would have put her in the mood for a second round.

"Like daughter like father" Anya said softly, in the process of braiding her hair.

"Anya, you aren't angry about what I did are you?" Tatyana asked.

Anya shook her head, beckoning the woman to the bed and back into her arms. "I could never be angry at you. Besides, you are taking me some place nice tomorrow. I have always wanted to go to the Blouvar restaurant."

Tatyana grimaced. The Blouvar restaurant was the most expensive restaurant in the city. That is when she remembered that it would not be her money she was spending so it did not matter.

"Whatever you want Anya" Tatyana murmured, resting her head on the woman's chest and falling asleep.


Author’s Note: This is my first female/female sex scene, hopefully I didn’t screw up too bad.