The King and his bride Nevaeh, had spent the past year falling deeper in love. They had a love that only a few people experience in their lives.

The King continued his rule over Tanzania, being adored by all. His Queen, Nevaeh, won the hearts of their people by being a strong yet fair presence in the public eye. Together they had govern their country which continued to thrive.

The Kings mother had accepted her son's marriage to Nevaeh after witnessing the turmoil she had caused them both.

Amyinah, the woman whom she had chosen for her son to marry, had tried to kill Nevaeh. She had vowed not to interfere with her son's life anymore, and she had kept her word.

The King and Nevaeh spent their mornings making love as the sun rose. They could never get enough of one another. Throughout the day they were in constant contact. The King would hold Nevaeh's hand, or Nevaeh would rub his forearm as they sat in the garden. Very rarely did one see them apart. Many servants in the palace had known that the King and Nevaeh were often overcome with desire for one another that they often made love anywhere they could. They had learned to avoid certain areas of the palace, if the King and his Queen were in the vicinity.

One morning, the King awoke to Nevaeh stroking him.

"Good Morning, my heaven" the King whispered, enjoying her hands and the magical way she touched him.

"Good Morning, my beloved" Nevaeh replied, shifting her body down the bed. She replaced her hands with her mouth, tasting the King's saltiness. Her tongue flicked his tip causing the King to moan. She knew how much he loved her mouth on him. She used both her hand and her mouth to pleasure him, squeezing and licking him in a rhythm that he dictated. She kept her lips sealed around him, swirling her tongue on his hardness. Her hands tightened up just enough to make the King call out her name in ecstasy.

"Nevaeh, please" the King begged.

"Please what?" Nevaeh purred, her lips sliding back down his length.

"I am close, please" the King moaned.

"Then finish my love" Nevaeh smiled up at him.

The King moved himself in and out of her mouth, his hands wrapped in her hair, feeling himself throb deep in her throat. Nevaeh took all of him in, loving the power she had over him. She could be his undoing, knowing how to touch and move to make the King climax, sometimes inside her and sometimes all over her. She sucked him harder, letting her hands slide up and down, loosening and tightening her grip. She could feel him getting closer. When the King came, Nevaeh swallowed all that he to give. To her he tasted so good and she could never get enough of pleasuring him this way.

"Praise God for the day you came to me" the King said breathlessly.

Nevaeh crawled back up the bed and took her place in the King's arms. She did not expect any thing in return. Seeing the King completely fulfilled was enough for her.

"What shall we do today, my King" Nevaeh asked, her fingers swirling the King's hair on his chest.

"We are going to the stables. I need to check on the status of my thoroughbreds and some of the new foals" the King answered. "And maybe go for a ride"

Nevaeh had never been to the stables. She didn't see the joy of having horses, but she would go just to see the King doing something he loved.

"You may ride my beloved, I prefer to keep my feet on the ground" Neaveh said.

The King laughed, he gave Nevaeh a kiss.

"Let us go then, before we start up again and the morning is gone from us" the King got out his bed, pulling Neaveh with him. With him standing and Neaveh kneeling in front of him on bed, he held her, kissing her, feeling his Queen respond to his touch. Nevaeh kissed him back, running her fingers through his dark hair. The King grew hard again with her touch.

"The stables and the horses will be there this afternoon" Neaveh whispered, leaning back on the bed. The King smiled as he kissed her again. He entered her easily as she was already wet with desire. He lifted her legs up, placing her ankles on his shoulders, as he moved himself inside her. He held onto her hips, pushing himself deeper, hitting Neaveh's spot that made her call out to the heavens above. When they climaxed together, the were unable to stifle the moans of pleasure and words of love that they had for each other.

It was several hours later that they finally made it to the stables.

The King walked down the corridor, surrounded by his horses in the stalls on either side. Nevaeh was watching carefully where she stepped. She did not like the horses or the smells that came along with them. Her King spoke to the keepers, asking them questions about the health of the horses, the new born foals and the recovery of the their mothers.

Nevaeh followed her King as he stopped and looked in to various stalls. She found the baby horses cute, and marveled at how protective the mothers were.

When the King stopped at the end stall, he ordered a stable worker to prepare the horse for a ride. Nevaeh watched as the stable man brought out the horse and bridled the beautiful creature. The King waited until the saddle was secure before climbing on top of the horse.

The stable worker handed the King the reins and a riding crop.

"I shall be quick" he said to Nevaeh, tapping the horse gently on its hindquarters with the crop. Nevaeh felt something stir deep within her at the sight of the King and his crop.

The King pulled the reins, turning the horse towards the exit of the stables. He then swatted the horse harder, making the horse gallop out into the fields.

Nevaeh watched the King ride his horse, guiding it over jumps and around barriers. He used the crop sparingly, relying on his natural ability to steer the horse around. Nevaeh was shocked at her reaction to the King and the long rod with the leather rip. She waited impatiently for the King to return, pacing the entrance, watching the King make rounds of the obstacle course on his horse.

Finally the King returned. He jumped down from the horse, handing the reins over to the helper.

"You look very handsome on that animal" Neaveh said giving the King a kiss. "I like the way you commanded it with the crop" she added.

The King kissed her back, giving Nevaeh's backside a gentle tap with the crop.

" You did now?" He asked, raising his eyebrow at his Queen.

"Thoroughly" Nevaeh replied. "So much so that I think you should bring the crop back to the palace" She was not the slightest bit embarrassed.

The King looked at Nevaeh. He saw a sly look on his wife's face.

"What my Queens wants, my Queens shall receive" the King said.

They left the stables hand in hand with the King swinging the riding crop in his other hand.

Once back in the seclusion of their room, the King and Nevaeh bathed away the smells of the horses and the stables. Nevaeh scrubbed the King clean, taking time to wash his hair. The aroma of the scented water filled their room, heightening their senses to one another.

Wrapped in linens, the King walked Nevaeh back to their bed.

The riding crop lay on the silk sheets reminding Nevaeh of the feeling she had at the stables.

The King backed Nevaeh to their bed. Her hands and fingers trailed his neck as he lay her back. The King looked down has his Queen. Her body was perfect, her skin was flawless, and he was harder than he had ever been.

Nevaeh lay back on the pillows. The King took a scarf of silk and covered Nevaeh's eyes. She took a small intake of breath, enjoying not being able to see what the King was going to do next.

She felt him take one arm, kissing from her elbow up to her finger tips. She felt the silk scarf wrap around her wrist, being pulled tight as the King fastened it to pillar of their four poster bed. He then moved to her other arm and did the same, laying kisses along the way as he went.

When Nevaeh was secured to the bed by her arms and unable to see by the silken blindfold, the King took the crop in his hand and trailed it over her flat stomach.

"Is this what you want, my Queen?" The King asked. He watched Nevaeh squirm as he touched her with the crop.

"Yes my King" Neaveh breathed. The touch of the leather tip on her skin made her wet. She squeezed her legs together hoping to relieve some of the ache that was present.

"What do you want me to do with it?" The King asked. He was throbbing in anticipation, never knowing that he would be this excited over using something on his Queen when they made love.

"Mark me" Nevaeh whispered.

The King almost came right then. Nevaeh's words struck deep within him. He took the crop and sliced the air. The sound reverberated through to Nevaeh. She moaned as the leather tip connected with the Kings palm.

The King leaned over Nevaeh kissing her deeply. She arched her back off the bed, wanting to feel him over her.

The King broke away from Nevaeh and he walked to the end of the bed.

The King stood beside the bed watching Nevaeh respond to to his stimulation. He dragged the crop up and down the inside of Nevaeh's legs. She tried to close them, but he used the rod to open them, tapping the inside of her thighs with the crop until they were wide enough for him to see her completely.

Nevaeh began to pant, her nipples were erect and a bead of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The King moved the crop between her lips, watching the tip leave a trail of wetness on her skin.

"Oh please" Nevaeh pleaded.

The King smiled, building her desire with each sensual feel of the crop.

Nevaeh's breathing became more ragged, and when the King finally brought the crop down on her most sensitive spot, flicking her gently yet hard enough to make her call out, he marvelled at her reaction.

"Ohhhhh" Nevaeh moaned.

"More my Queen" the King asked, wanting the answer to be yes.

"Yes" was her answer.

"You like this?" The King asked. He was surprised he liked it as much as he did. The thought of hurting Nevaeh never crossed his mind. He had used a crop all his life, he knew the damage it could cause if not used properly and with a skilled hand.

Nevaeh nodded her head, her wetness showed the King that she was indeed turned on by his riding crop.

The King kneeled n the bed, positioning himself between Neaveh's legs. He brought his mouth down onto her. Nevaeh withered beneath her King. She spread her legs wide as the King licked her slowly. He took the most sensitive part of her between his teeth, biting gently, causing his Queen to shudder. Nevaeh wanted to run her fingers through his hair, but her hands were tied to the pillars of the bed.

The King pulled himself away, returning to the side of the bed.

"Turn over my love" he said.

Nevaeh slowly turned over, laying flat on her stomach, her head turned to on side.

The King trailed the crop over the backs of Nevaeh's thighs. Her skin was perfect.

He flicked the leather tip of the crop against the back of Nevaeh's leg.

"Mmmmmm" Nevaeh purred into the pillows.

"Again?" The King asked.

"Please my King" Nevaeh begged.

The King brought the crop down again on Nevaeh's pale skin. He watched her skin redden with each soft blow. The King worked the crop up and down the back of each thigh, never striking the same place twice. Nevaeh swayed her hips, pressing herself into the bed, trying to relieve the ache that was throbbing between her legs.

"Raise your bottom in the air" the King demanded. Nevaeh brought her knees under her hips and lowered her body down on her elbows. The King ran his hand over his Queen's soft skin. He was dripping with excitement. The sight of Nevaeh's bottom in the air, waiting for him to use the crop was almost too much.

The King hit her cheek harder than before making Nevaeh call out and leaving a angry red welt. He did the same on the other side. Nevaeh stifled her cries of pleasure in the pillows. The King struck her twice more on each side. He was beyond aroused.

He turned Nevaeh over, keeping the crop in his hand. He pressed his palm between her legs, feeling her pulse beneath him. He crawled between her legs, rubbing himself against her wetness.

He flicked the crop against Nevaeh's breasts as he pushed into her. His Queen climaxed around her King immediately, calling out to the heavens above.

The King tossed the crop aside and grabbed Nevaeh's hips. He pulled her towards him, her arms straining against the silk ties. The King moved himself in and out of Nevaeh, feeling her muscles contract around him. He emptied himself deep inside her, pushing against her spot in hopes of making her come again. Nevaeh responded to him, finding herself coming again. "

"My heaven and God above, you never cease to amaze me" the King whispered in the dark of the night. He untied Nevaeh's hands and removed her blindfold. He kissed her perfect mouth, swirling his tongue with hers.

"Did I hurt you my love?" The King asked, concerned that he might have struck her too hard.

"No my King, it was perfect." Nevaeh answered feeling sedated.

"Let me see you back" the King motioned for her to roll over. Nevaeh complied, moving into the beam of moonlight so the King could see her backside.

Three red welts were visible on each of her cheeks, but the back of her thighs were already back to her pale tone.

He kissed each welt gently, telling Nevaeh how much he loved her between each one.

"My King, I think we should have visited the stables sooner" Nevaeh laughed, as the King lay beside her.

"There are many places we have yet to visit my dear" the King smiled. "I hope you find something new in all of them"

"I am sure we will" Nevaeh replied.

She took her place in her King's arms.

Both of them found sleep quickly.

Each of the dreaming of riding crops and silk ties.

The End.