I'd just finished the photoshoot for my first solo interview with Another Man magazine talking about life after the band. It felt like a big milestone. I'd taken time off after the 'hiatus' started, was cast in Dunkirk, and started writing my first solo album. This photoshoot was definitely a lot different to the One Direction photoshoots. A little more out there.

I'd brought a certain thing from home. From our toy box. A certain black collar, that bellongs to a certain brat. You. The photos turned out great, and I can already tell you'll like them from me wearing the collar alone.

I drop my bag at the door and kick off my shoes. I grab the collar from my bag to put it back in the box and call out to you.

"Sweethear? I'm home."

I hear you call back from the living room and as I walk in you stand to greet me with a kiss, as always. I cup your jaw with my free hand and press my lips to yours, soft and slow.

"Missed you," I murmur, kissing your forehead. I feel you pull back slightly, looking dow to see what's in my hand.

"Hey! That's mine!" You exclaim, swiping the collar out of my hand.

"I know it is," I say simply. I want to laugh at the almost offended look on your face, but I dont. I swipe the collar back and turn you so your back is to my chest, swiping your hair over your shoulder to fasten it into place. "You been a good girl for me today?"

"Yes." Your response is short, but I can hear the change in your breath, see the change in your posture.

I swat your ass as a warning, "Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl," I hum, kissing just bellow your ear, "been thinking about you all day. Couldn't stop thinking about you wearing this. The way you look on your knees for me. All glassy eyed, needy. So fucking pretty."

I hear the slightest whimper coming from your mouth, your head falling back to lean on my shoulder. I can see you slipping, all pliant and eager to please.

"Here's what I want you to do. Go upstairs, take these clothes off, and kneel."

I'll leave you waiting for a bit. Five minutes? Ten minutes? Doesn't matter, I know you'll be kneeling perfectly, waiting for what comes next.