Being the Wild Animal

It's been a long time since i step on this property where the horses run almost wild. where the kangaroos rule the land.
It's been a long time since this land was lived on and loved by unnamed relatives.
But as i hear the wind in the trees, I realise, I'm home. I'm home to wild wilderness beneath my feet and around my presence. I'm acutely aware that this place can turn the most docile into animals.
That's what I've become since I've walked deep into the bush of over hanging trees and thick brush. That's what I am, as I reveal who I am to him. This is also what I have always been afraid of showing to too many who may judge.
I watch him with half lidded eyes after I screamed for so long, that agonising truth of what he could do to me. That realisation that he had touch me where no one else could. This man with gleaming eyes like a predator on the hunt and seeing his prey.
I watch the flame in his hands and he circles me, looking my up and down. almost deciding what to do next, but I know he has it all planned out. Right there in his mind, he has played this scene over and over and over again. As I scream till my throat is hoarse and I would collapse with exhaustion. I know that when he pours that wax down my naked frame that that will be another climax that I try to hide.
It is this that makes his eyes spark and his movements become more elegant. it is when he sees how much it effects me that he can't seem to stop.
With my hands tied above my head to a branch not far above, and my legs held apart by rope to the trunks of those trees that hold my arms so far above. It's to show and reveal my most sensitive area, and there's nothing I could do to stop it.
I hear him behind me, deciding another move. I know what he'll do but it still takes me by surprise as i lean into him as he bites my neck as if to mark me like an animal. as if to say "She's all mine". I lean my head to the side to give him more access and yet, I still want to fight it, I want to fight how he does the to me, how he makes me feel. How I feel so vulnerable and yet worshiped.
His hand comes around me to pour hot burning wax over one nipple and i hear how i moan and how my moans scare all the animals into silence. I feel how his mouth curves into a smile and bites me again, but this time out of enjoyment. he abandons the wax squeezes my breast that it's almost painful. Yet I moan a little louder. I hear him grab something and within a second of feeling nothing at all, I feel this ice cold burn hit me. It is thrusted into my most inner core and I hear him chuckle. This moist cold thing is thrusting into me like nothing i've ever felt before. yet I like it. I whimper and moan into the silence i created. To my utter surprise i feel heat and ice at the same time, I feel the heat trickling down my breast and over my stomach as the ice cold burn still thrusts within me and I scream as teeth began to bit my other breast.
At this point I don't know where to focus on, my hands above me, or the dirt in front of me, or the man appealing to my more primal nature.
I scream again as i feel something warm and slippery enter my core, my being. It took me by surprise and I was loosing my mind. I couldn't stand this, I was going to explode. The pressure of this, this feeling building. The pressure of his pace as i lean against him as he squeezes my butt cheek and one breast.
The pleasure I feel.... It's starts off as this tingling feeling in my core that works it's way through to my teeth and that's when my body starts to jerk. on it's own, it pushes against this warm feeling entering me. It loves what it's doing to me and it doesn't mind one bit that we're in the open where anyone can see. Then it turns into this pulse and my body clenches with it, every muscles tightens and releases with this pulse that's riding me until I shake, and yet... I'm not ready. It's not time to let it all out. Not yet.
I try to hold it back and he knows, so he trusts harder, he bites more and plays with everything he knows that affects me the way he wants me to. some how he finds the ice again and is rubbing my pleasurable spot with it as he almost rides me, rides my dreams. He plays with one nipples and bites my neck as this opposite of everything is attacking my nervous system. I don't think I could take much more. This is a complete contrast to the heat plumering into me. And it's now that I'm going to release, I'm going to let go and he knows it. He knows me too well, he could read me like a book, and because he knew I couldn't hold on much longer, he stopped. He stopped EVERYTHING. I couldn't stand it, everything stopped, that feeling spreading me. That feeling that is now receding into nothing. I whimper for more but get none. then I feel the warmth on my bud and the cold entering me again and that feeling, that tingle, that intense feeling starts to spread all over again but much quickly now. Again he knows and just before I could release, I could let go, he stops again. But this time not to prolong anything, this time to make the experience much more and he swapped again, this time instantly and feeling the intense heat where the cold use to be and the cold where the heat.. I couldn't.. I wouldn't...
But I did... I scream until there were no animals, I screamed until i was the only animal making a noise. I scream until i couldn't scream any longer and I felt him release too, i felt his moan and his seaman leave him, i felt his body jerk and tense with in mine and I knew I affected him as much as he me. It was then that i let him hold me up and support me as I couldn't support myself any longer. It was then that i whimpered and moaned and shook as if i was cold. It was then that i felt the after math of pleasure take over and it was then that i passed out from exhaustion, after realising that i am now the Wild animal.