You had been at the pool all day, enjoying the sun and the water. But you had been keeping an eye on the man you had seen earlier. He had been sitting at the edge of the pool, shirtless and wearing glasses, his eyes hidden by the reflective lenses. You had been drawn to him, feeling like he had been looking at you for the entire time you were in the pool.
Finally, you had the courage to approach him, to find out why he had been looking at you. He smiled as you approached, beckoning you to sit down. You couldn't help but admire his body, his strong features and close-cut beard, his furry chest. You caught a whiff of him, something that you wanted more of that seemed to pull you forward. You felt yourself distracted by it even as he began to talk, your responses habitual as you felt yourself speak.
You felt yourself becoming more and more entranced just by being close. You wanted more. He could see it in your eyes as they began to glaze over, becoming more and more suggestible. He brought his arm up above his head, and you couldn't look away from the dark tendrils of fur in his pit. Its aroma was both mouthwatering and intoxicating, the source of his heavenly scent.
You wanted to be engulfed in it, to be taken away by it. The world seemed to fall forward onto you as your vision became blocked by his body, your nose directly in his scent. You felt your mind slipping away, your body pulled into the scent as it completely dominated your will.
You were completely under his control, unable to tear away from his essence. Once marked you were his, for better or for worse, forever entranced by the Daddy's musk.