No

As Clara raised her hips off the floor, carrying Reinette with her, the feisty Frenchwoman leaned forward, bracing herself against the floor with her hands. She squeezed her thighs in around Clara's body as she rode out her escape attempt, and after a moment the brunette was **** to concede, butt dropping to the floor again with Reinette still on top.
"It appears you were wrong," Reinette said smugly as she looked down at Clara. "One good move was enough to win me the advantage, and I seem to be in no danger of losing it." As she spoke, she leaned her body over Clara's, chest pressing down on chest. Clara groaned as Reinette's weight flattened out over her, keeping her pinned. She struggled under her to no avail; she was unable to slide out from underneath her opponent, and Reinette kept a grip on her wrists to keep her from trying to counterattack.
"I applaud your initial attack," Reinette continued, her voice quiet as her face hovered over Clara's. "But your skills mean nothing if you are denied the opportunity to use them." She pulled up hard on Clara's arms, using her longer limbs to stretch them uncomfortably above her head, and Clara screwed up her face in discomfort.
"Nothing to say?" Reinette laughed, enjoying her position of dominance. "Your defeat is inevitable. I have already won the king. The only matter in question is how long it will take you to admit it."
"You haven't... won... yet..." Clara grunted, twisting her head around as she tried to slip free.
"Indeed? Then perhaps I need to apply more pressure."