Erryn reviews ‘Their Boy (The Game Book 2)’ by Cara Dee. This book was released by the author on September 25, 2019, 301 pages. A copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
Why I read this book: I enjoyed book 1 and couldn’t wait to see Lucas and Colt find their boy.
Left all alone in the world—and in a very big house—after the loss of his parents, Kit Damien has struggled to find his place in society and in the kink community he longs to be a more active part of.
Daddy Doms Colt and Lucas have been a happy, committed couple for eight years. But two Tops need a bottom, and their quest for a Little to make their lives complete has led them to Kit’s empty doorstep.
But just as with his physical wounds, Kit’s emotional scars won’t heal overnight. Colt and Lucas must challenge him at every turn to force him to open up and let them in, to let them use their own individual methods to make him whole again. Together, the three will embark on a journey to learn about true love, growing up, the importance of sprinkles, and the rules of The Game that can make them all winners.
After loving Top Priority, the origin story for this book, I had high hopes. Hearing about how Daddy Doms Lucas and Colt got together had given me an interesting perspective and the book had only touched on their search for a little. Near the end of the book they spied Kit and this book was set up nicely. I’ll admit I was hoping for more of their point of view, but it did work to only be in Kit’s head. Kit Damien has had a rough go of it. Losing his parents in a fiery car crash nearly broke him emotionally and the injuries nearly broke him physically. Speaking to Daddy Lucas, he explains it:
“Letting go these past four years hasn’t been an option. Every day, I think about how easy it would be to give up. No one would miss me anyway. Because that’s the thing. Letting go even for a second would break me. There’s no pause button. There’s play, and there’s stop. If I don’t keep moving – if I don’t…” I let out a ragged breath, my chest tightening. “I can’t allow myself to break, Lucas.”
“You speak in present tense. Letting go doesn’t have that meaning with us, sweetheart. We want you to break. We want you to let go. That’s how you can get to know the little boy trapped inside of you. And he can push play, stop, and pause whenever he wants to because he’ll know we’re here for him.”
Those were powerful words, powerful sentiments. BDSM often involves the exchange of power. These exchanges involve trust and none more than Daddy/little. Kit is in his early twenties, so he’s technically an adult, but everyone around him treats him like fine china, ready to break at any moment. Understandably, life overwhelms him. One of his few forays into the world is the munches he attends. Munches are vanilla events for kinky people – you meet at a restaurant wearing street clothes. A chance to meet other people in the kink community in a low key setting. It is at one of these munches where he catches the eye of the married Daddy Doms. And, for the first time, he really notices them as well. As with all power dynamics, there is the risk that one party will take advantage. Although Lucas and Colt move swiftly, it is not without due care. They introduce Kit to a world he’s never seen – and not just in the BDSM world. Cossetted and protected, Kit has no notion of how to function in the world. Lucas and Colt force him to do so. In a nice way, of course, but push him nonetheless.
Nothing is more dramatic than the scene out at the estate run by twins River and Reese. They’ve purchased a property entirely set up for BDSM and Kit and his Doms head out for a retreat weekend. Those readers who are familiar with Ms. Dee’s other works will be happy to see Abel and his Daddy Dom Madigan join the party. Abel is one of my all-time favorite characters and I loved the glimpses into his relationship with Mad. He’s also able to provide insights to Kit – when he’s not getting into trouble by being extra bratty.
The scene between Colt and Kit was so powerful I felt it in my soul. So did Kit, apparently. As he says to Colton:
“Do you think it’s possible that I lost twenty pounds during the game?”
His eyebrows went up. “What do you mean?”
I shrugged and scratched my nose. “I dunno. I feel lighter.”
“Ah.” He grinned faintly. “Imagine how light you’ll feel after I give you a solid pain session tomorrow.”
My eyes widened, and my face fell. “Have I been bad, Daddy?”
“No! Fuck no, baby. Christ.” He drew me to his body and hugged my head to his chest. “I swear those puppy-dog eyes of yours will be the death of me.” He blew out a breath while I giggled in relief. Then he inched away slightly and lifted my chin. “But I’m sorry to say this – and by sorry, I mean thrilled – there’s very much a little masochist in you and now we’ve seen what pain does to you. It clears your head.” He paused. “That’s the release I was talking about earlier. See it as a mental orgasm. It happens to everyone on some level. We all need physical outlets. Some blow off steam at the gym, some go running in the park.” He poked my nose, to which I grinned goofily. “Masochists like you get the same release from receiving pain. That’s where I come in.”
Oh…I finally understood. It was what Abel had talked about. Pain wasn’t always what we wanted, but sometimes it was what we needed.
Having received that kind of physical release, I could relate.
This book comes with a warning about engaging in BDSM activities. I like that because some of the play in this book can come with emotional triggers. Life is complicated and so is the relationship between these three men. Or maybe life can be simple:
“Can one run out of tears, Daddy?” I croaked.
“I don’t know,” Lucas mused. “We should probably get some water in you, though. We don’t want you to get dehydrated.”
I sniffled. “There’s water in ice cream.”
“But not in sprinkles,” Colt said and walked past us.
I frowned very hard. “That’s not a nice thing to say.”
He sent me a smirk over his shoulder. “A Sadist can’t be too nice, little darlin’.”
I flushed and ducked my head as I grinned. I truly liked my new nickname.
Sometimes we just need more sprinkles.
9/10 Pots of Gold (90% Recommended) – Compares to 4.5/5 Stars
I’m often stoically silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex. There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve. Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.
Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.
I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.