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Bent to Her Rhythm
A Soft Domme Pegging Romance
Author: Speisy Mallons
Series: Her Rhythm
Narrator: AI Voice Speisy Mallons
Unabridged: 3 hr 40 min
Format: Digital Audiobook Download
Publisher: Speisy Mallons
Published: 10/18/2026
Synopsis
This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice.
What if the woman who could hear the exact moment you stopped pretending was the one you most wanted to follow? At thirty-seven, Marisol runs a small recording studio above a tire shop in Austin, where the smell of warm rubber drifts up through the floorboards and no musician can fake a take while she is listening. Owen, a thirty-two-year-old sports physio with a careful voice, books her room to record a podcast for his clinic, and apologizes to the microphone, to her and to an audience that is not even there yet.
Over three weeks of Tuesday and Thursday evenings, she lays a cool palm on his back and teaches him to breathe low and wide, and for one breath at a time he does not have to decide anything. Then one night, with the mic off, he tells her what he has never told anyone: he wants to be led, all the way, by her. Marisol does not laugh. She negotiates the way she runs a session, with limits, a count-in and a word that stops everything.
What starts as one careful night becomes a rhythm they build together, one threshold at a time, as her quiet femdom and his long-hidden wish for male submission find the same tempo. But at the clinic lunch table a senior colleague reads out an advice column about a husband who asked his wife for pegging, and everyone laughs. Owen says nothing, cancels his next session, and starts to wonder whether a man like him is allowed to want this at all.
Marisol has kept her own life soundproofed for years. Now she has to decide how much of it to open to the man who finally stopped pretending in her live room. Will he let himself be held exactly where he is?
What if the woman who could hear the exact moment you stopped pretending was the one you most wanted to follow? At thirty-seven, Marisol runs a small recording studio above a tire shop in Austin, where the smell of warm rubber drifts up through the floorboards and no musician can fake a take while she is listening. Owen, a thirty-two-year-old sports physio with a careful voice, books her room to record a podcast for his clinic, and apologizes to the microphone, to her and to an audience that is not even there yet.
Over three weeks of Tuesday and Thursday evenings, she lays a cool palm on his back and teaches him to breathe low and wide, and for one breath at a time he does not have to decide anything. Then one night, with the mic off, he tells her what he has never told anyone: he wants to be led, all the way, by her. Marisol does not laugh. She negotiates the way she runs a session, with limits, a count-in and a word that stops everything.
What starts as one careful night becomes a rhythm they build together, one threshold at a time, as her quiet femdom and his long-hidden wish for male submission find the same tempo. But at the clinic lunch table a senior colleague reads out an advice column about a husband who asked his wife for pegging, and everyone laughs. Owen says nothing, cancels his next session, and starts to wonder whether a man like him is allowed to want this at all.
Marisol has kept her own life soundproofed for years. Now she has to decide how much of it to open to the man who finally stopped pretending in her live room. Will he let himself be held exactly where he is?