He should boss her around more.

"Listen, Jake, how about..."

She steps into his space, his hands are immediately on her and she shivers, her tongue falling silent. Jake's hands are strong, she's craved being in his grip for so long now. Every man who touched her, used her, over the last 10 years didn't compare to being here, where she belonged. She writhes in his hold, subtly encouraging him to hold her properly, his hands easing down to her ass and inside her blouse to rest upon her bare waist.

"H-how about..." she stammers, her voice faint. She needs his help, needs him to save her stupid Younger Self from herself, she needs HIM. His touch, his care... gods she's been through so much the last 10 years and she's somehow still her beautiful Younger Self in his eyes...

He grins at her stammering and kisses her. She moans in surprise, her mouth instantly yielding to him and letting him surge his tongue inside. She remembers the heat of their first kiss, taboo and secret, and the heat she feels now is comparable. Her leg raises, the tear she put in the pencil skirt letting it rise to hook around him, the hand on her ass moving to grasp her bare thigh and squeeze the soft meat there.

She should tell him the truth, but even she doesn't understand it all, can't explain how she's here. But she knows the first thing she has to ask him to do.

"H-h-how about," She trembles when released from the kiss. "How about you do boss me around more?"

"What do you mean, Lisa?" He asks, trying his best to look concerned, but she can feel the heat surge in him, the hope and temptation.

"I'm not... I'm not doing well," She presses close, crushing her breasts into his chest as she embraces him, small and trembling. She feels weak and pathetic but it is cathartic in his arms. "I'm really not doing well Jake. I'm being a brat, I'm spiraling, I'm... fucking up my life..." She pours out a modicum of the pain of the last 10 years she inflicted on herself. "I need you to take a firm hand with me. Put me in my place. Make me behave."

Pressed so close she can feel his cock growing harder at her pleas. Jake had always been so careful with her, the age gap was big and he didn't want to forcibly collar her. But it was a caution that Lisa realised had been wasted on her, she couldn't be trusted and she needed the man who cared about her to make her behave. To know that this was exciting to Jake, that he wanted her soft life in his firm hands was encouraging.